**{{undisclosed desires//~^ [Mothpaw][C]

[Silky]

[bg=890089][cs=3] Who? Runningpaw the dreamer Where? Her bed (that sounds wrong but P:) When? Deep Nighttime Why? Nightmares are scary... Mothpaw, hold me please... Words? 308 Runningpaw was dreaming again, or, having a nightmare. These were frequent, happening nearly every night that most cats ignored her yowlings and screamings. "I'll kill you you bastard!" blood spattered on a cat's face, the other looking at her in horror as she visciously took his life. Then, she stood there, breathing heavily, blood on her fur. It felt good, murdering the bastard of a brother who just raped you, "See you in hell, Devil." she muttered. There was a noise behind her. She whipped around, hissing. It was a cat, white. Oh shit, it wasn't Redeyes? No, just her mother. She spoke to her daughter in her mother tongue, one which the kit could speak. "My child, you must stop killing. Redeyes will find out, and you and I will be dead." "I know mother. But the bastard... he deserved it. They all do!" "I know." Then, the sky grew dark as the moon turned red. The two she-cats looked up in fright, and ran into the den. They were scared. It meant blood, death, disease and more. Runningpaw screamed as she shot up, fur on end, claws unsheathed, tail straight out. She panted, and narrowed her eyes at others telling her to shut her yap. It wasn't here fault. If only she could discover what the dreams meant. Not that it mattered. She couldn't sleep, and it was still night, so she walked out, into the cold. Runningpaw trotted through the camp. It looked weird empty, at night. She kept on trotting until she came to the middle, and lay down in the night's ice. It felt cool against her hot, sweaty skin. Her fur lay flat again, and she sheathed her claws. She could use someone to talk to right now.

[Twilight]

[Ehee. Just ignore that Mothy ever had a crush on Skysong. XD ]

Mothpaw, who had been joleted awake with his denmate's yelling, gave her a sympathetic look with his bi-colored eyes as she exited the den. After a while and he wasn't able to get asleep, he gave a soft but deep sigh and hauled himself out of the den, his shiny pelt making him look like a misty ghost in the moonlight. The gathering would be coming soon, and he was hoping he'd be ab;e to go.

He spotted Runningpaw in the middle of camp on a patch of ice. she looked sad. At least, not happy, really. His one red and one violet eye watched her for a while before he actually stepped forward and layed down beside her, his white an tabby splotched pelt stark against her dark tabby pelt. "Runningpaw, are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft as he spoke to the little she-cat.

[He needs a table. XD ]

[Silky]

[bg=890089][cs=3] Who? Runningpaw the dreamer Where? Her bed (that sounds wrong but P:) When? Deep Nighttime Why? Nightmares are scary... Mothpaw, hold me please... Words? 266 Runningpaw flicked her ear, and turned to look at Mothpaw. She was glad it was him, rather than anyone else. They would've laughed at her for her constant nightmares. As he spoke, the she-cat shook her head. "No," she meowed. "I'm having those nightmares again... Killing a cat... he seemed so familiar too.. Maybe he's from my past? I dunno." she meowed, sighing gently. "Mothpaw, when I first came, I couldn't remember anything," said Runningpaw said. "These dreams, the nightmares, the times I just have sights flashing in my eyes for no apparent reason... I think they're my past coming back... But I don't like it Mothpaw!" Runningpaw sighed, closing her blue eyes. "Err, Mothpaw, I've also been meaning to tell you something for a while." she meowed, opening her eyes, and laying next to Mothpaw. She rolled on her back, rubbing her fur on the ice. "I kinda like you. Not like a friend. I mean, yes, I like you as a friend, but... aaah, this is harder than I thought." she paused, and giggled a little. "I think I like you like a tom-cat and she-cat would like each other then be mates... and stuff." she grinned, rolling over and standing up. "I kinda have for a while, it's just kinda hard to say with all the other apprentices around. You know what they're like. Gossip machines that no one can find the off button too!"

[Twilight]

He listened to her contently, calmly taking in her information. She led a horrible life, back when she had been in FireClan. He began thinking, trying to remember back to when he had been imprisoned in the FireClan camp. Though her next statement caught him off guard, and he wasn't preparred for an answer. He stammered a bit before looking up at her and finding his tongue.

"That was highly unexpected. But... I guess if I really thought about it, the way I felt towards yyou I mean... Well, I guess I would have to say that I like you like that too, honestly. I've also noticed, come to think about it, that I treat you nicer than the other apprentices because of that." He muttered the last phrase about being nicer to her softer, absentmindedly stating it.

[Silky]

[bg=890089][cs=3] Who? Runningpaw the dreamer Where? Her bed (that sounds wrong but P:) When? Deep Nighttime Why? Nightmares are scary... Mothpaw, hold me please... Words? 322 The she-cat purred. "That's nice to know," she meowed gently. "I guess I was kinda scared that if you were in front of everyone you'd laugh then I'd become a laughing stock or something." she mused, licking her chest fur to smooth it down. Runningpaw sat down, and licked a paw, running it over her head, "I guess I feel I like you more than the others, because we've had kinda traumatic pasts, if you know what I mean, but you can remember yours, I sorta can't remember mine, but I get nightmares a lot about it. I think." she purred, and lay down closer to Mothpaw. "You know, I really look up to your family. Your old gramps sure went through a whole lotta crap back when he was deputy, so I've heard. So did your gramma. Your mom is a hell of a cat though. If Milkystar does die, Blacksnow will be a great leader, being the daughter of him after all. I've never ever heard of a clan to have one family in the leader, deputy and medicine places. Maybe one of your uncles kits'll be the next medicine cat, or.. something." She closed her eyes, and sighed a little. "Sometimes I kinda wish I could see my parents again. to know who they were, and to see my grandparents. All I see is a big scary white tom with one eye closed over, and one yellow eye. I dunno who he is. Some of the warriors tell me he leads FireClan, and is an ex-ThunderClanner, but they never told me his name. They said he was the son of the great Ionstar of ThunderClan too. It'd be kinda cool if I was related to a great leader like you are, Mothpaw. But scary if that scary tom was my dad." she meowed, laying her head on her paws.

[Twilight]

He purred softly as she laid down next to him. He twined his tail around her haunches, placing the tip softly over one of her back paws. I listened to her and finally rpelied, hoping I wasn't sounding to full of myself or to depressive or unappreciative.

"I don't know how bad any cat's life is besides my own. Sure, I can hear stories from other cats or the cat in question, but I'll never truly have the understanding of what they went through unless I went through the exact same thing and felt the exact same thing, but I would imagine that's be pretty hard."

"Owlfrost will live for awhile yet. Remember, he's my brother, so he's the same age as me. IT'll be awhile yet before he takes an apprentice. Or so I'd imagine. I'd much rather have one of my own offspring take the position, or one of my offspring's offspring.

He put his nose softly to her ear, closing his eyes halfway before drawing his muzzle back and revealing to her the name of her father. "Your father's name, before FireClan, was Coldpaw. He's Silktail's and Troubleseeker's sister. But now that he leads FireClan, he calls himself Redeyes. I was almost killed by his claws when FireClan took me. I'll tell you something though. He is also slightly under Shadestar's influence since the a;liance, and I guess Shadestar is slihglty under his ingluence. I'll never forget the Harlot, Jade, that took me, and I'll never forgive her. I'll always be grateful to Flameshade and Ravensong though. they kept me from most the the oppression and violence, although I was still injured and tortured. They also gave the final word as to my release, albeit with or without a leader's acceptance."

[Silky]

[bg=890089][cs=3] Who? Runningpaw the dreamer Where? Her bed (that sounds wrong but P:) When? Deep Nighttime Why? Nightmares are scary... Mothpaw, hold me please... Also, Twilly i made a table for Mothpaw in boredom P: Words? 256 Runningpaw recoiled a little in horror as the thought of her father nearly killing Mothpaw. "That's horrible," she said quietly. "I can never forgive him for that... but it's kinda cool both of our grandsires are leaders. Or was, in my case." Runningpaw said. "Sometimes I have wished I could meet my parents again. I dunno who my mom was. Probably some poor harlot in FireClan. If she's the cat in my dreams, she's white, with blue eyes and has a funny accent. Sort of like zees." said Runningpaw, doing an impression of the cat in her dream. She snuggled Mothpaw gently, pressing herself against him. She felt like she was in love; she thought. Maybe they could mate, but if she became pregnant at this age, would it be like Seamist all over again? Would she become bitter? And if she asked Mothpaw, what the hell would he say? Well, she'd leave up to him. If he wanted to mate, she'd mate. But something told her it wouldn't be her first time. "Mothpaw, I've never told anyone this, but in my dreams... When it first happens, it's always me killing a cat... A cat about my age... I don't know who they were. They could be a sibling, but my hate for them was so strong..." she meowed. "I feel like they had done something bad to me so I was getting back at them."

[Twilight]

Feb 6, 2010 9:24:24 GMT -5 Silky said:

[bg=E3A95E][cs=0] Kitten:; Mothpaw the content Music:; New Divide by Linkin Park Words:; 190 Notes:; Thanks, Silkywilky. Mothpaw looked upon her with his bi-colored eyes, thinking. White cat with blue eyes with a strange accent.

[/b]"Hmm... Sounds like Allure. She was in WindClan for awhile, but I don't know if she is now or not. Last I knew she was possibly carrying Orangestar's kits."[/b]

He put hs head on the back of her neck, thinking as he rested his head there. "you know, I think we're more alike than what we've actually realized.I'm not saying I don't like the idea. I actually really do like the idea." His eyelids were startong top droop, and he was scared he'd fall alseep on her. But hopefully if he did she'd fal asleep do and not have any nightmares with him by her side.

[/b"Are you tired?[/b] he asked her, his voice soft in his exhuation. He had been on a long hutning mission that day and his poor body was sore and tired. He would be glad for some sleep, but he didn't want to sleep if she didn't want to.
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[Silky]

[bg=890089][cs=3] Who? Runningpaw the dreamer Where? Her bed (that sounds wrong but P:) When? Deep Nighttime Why? Nightmares are scary... Mothpaw, hold me please... Words? 128 Mothpaw was tired. Runningpaw licked his cheek gently. "Yeah, I guess I kinda am." she meowed gently, but she didn't want to pull herself from him. He was so warm. "We better get back to bed, in case we have to go on a dawn patrol in the morning, 'cause if we do, we'll be walking asleep, and that wouldn't go down well with our mentors." said Runningpaw, giggling a little. She reluctantly pulled herself away from him, and yawned. She licked his ear gently, and drank in his scent. He was amazing. Sure, some cats said that opposites attract, but, Runningpaw thought it was the same who were attracted to each other. After all, she and Mothpaw were very similar.

[Twilight]

[bg=E3A95E][cs=0] Kitten:; Mothpaw the tired Music:; One Jump Ahead from Aladdin Words:; Notes:; Thanks, Silkywilky. Mothpaw ran his cheek along her flank as she stood, drinking in her almost intoxicating scent. He stood slowly after she did, yawning, his sharo fangs glinting in the moonlight as the clouds receded to reveal an almost full moon. He took notice of this and muttered absentmindedly. "Let's hope we'll get chosen for this nect gathering. It should be interesting, in my opinion." He started towards the thicket, turning back to her and waiting on her as he spoke. "No, I think Tigerfrost would send me out on another long and wet hunting mission at the river like he did today." He wanted to suggest that they share his nest, at least for tonight, because he dind't want her to have any nightmares and sleeping curled up next to him might make the nightmares go away, if only for a little bit. He himself had to deal with nightmares when he returned safe in his Clanmate's paws. Finally he just decided to say it, although it unnerved it how casually he made the offer to her. It wasn't normal for him, so that must meant his thoughts about how he felt about her were true. He had to admit it. He loved her. "Hey Runningpaw. I know the nightmares get to you. Do you want to sleep in my nest with me, and see if it keeps them away? It's worth a shot if it keeps you from having the nightmares."

[Silky]

[bg=890089][cs=3] Who? Runningpaw the dreamer Where? Her bed (that sounds wrong but P:) When? Deep Nighttime Why? Nightmares are scary... Mothpaw, hold me please... Words? 86 my muse has suicided Runningpaw trotted over to Mothpaw as he finished his last sentence. She stopped, and thought for a few moments, before nodding. "Yeah. That'd be nice Mothpaw, I guess I'd feel safer sleeping near someone I know." she purred, licking his cheek softly. She trotted into the thicket, and over to her nest. She looked at it solemnly, and trotted over to Mothpaw's nest, waiting for him to join her. She felt safer with him, happier, too. Maybe he was the one.