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[Silky]

[bg=FE001C][cs=3] runningfeather the somber she's thinking about her haunting past there are 216 words in this post she doesn't know if anyone else is there Runningfeather watched as the twoleg monster pulled up to the nest. A few kits poured out, and the eldest one spotted her. She looked at her curiously, and bent down to her level. Unafraid, Runningfeather held her ground. Suddenly, the twoleg kit stood up, and walked inside. A few minutes later, she reappeared with a bowl, filled with meat. She placed it in front of Runningfeather, before going inside again whilst her parents unpacked their monster. Runningfeather looked at the food, and cautiously sniffed at it. It wasn't like what she imagined. It smelled okay, really. Not like the stuff ex-kittypets' had told her about, those yucky pellet things that looked like rat crap. Runningfeather pushed her nose into the meat, and took a small bite. It tasted okay, and as she couldn't really be bothered hunting at the moment, she ate some more. Within moments, she realised she finished it, and panicked slightly. She hurriedly groomed herself, and washed all the twoleg scent from her pelt, and quickly padded away from the nest. Runningfeather slipped forward, her mind racing and screaming. She yowled. Memories came shooting back, unwanted, into her head. Runningfeather yowled again, and opened her eyes, her pupils slits, and she yowled, realising who she was. She could remember everything.

[Twilight]

Cat;: Mothflight the frightened
Words;: 246
Listening to;: Gabriel Iglasias - Two Chicks and a Cop; Set Fire to the Third Bar - Snow Patrol; Deliver Us - Prince of Egypt
Notes;: Are you alright? .///.

The white and ginger splotched tabby tom was walking along the borders, doing a check on the borders. Normall he wouldn't have gone alone, but he wanted to be aline for the moments that the patrol gave him. His one red and one purple eye traced along the grounds as his lean, starved muscles stretched to their limits. The prey had been increasing in the territory, but not fast enough for every cat in the clan to get a piece. He was going without to let his clanmates get their fill. He knew how long he could go without food, and he'd eat when he got back if there was anything there.

He was approaching a two-leg encampment when he heard a gut wrenching cry. It was Runningfeather, the she-cat he loved more than anything - more than his life. He took off running, his heart working hard to cary his legs as fast as they could to the spot where the she-cat was.

When he reached her he loped easily to her side, laying down besides her. "Easy, Runningfeather, easy.... I'm here, nothing's going to hurt you...." Her soft voice whispered into her ear hairs as his rough tongue licked ovr her silky pelt, trying to calm her down. "It's just me and you, Runningfeather.... Easy girl..."

He continued to be at her side, urmuring into her ears and licked her pelt to try and calm ehr down.

[Silky]

[bg=FE001C][cs=3] runningfeather the terrified she's reminded about her haunting past there are 240 words in this post she is with her love mothflight Runningfeather couldn't calm, even though Mothflight was with her. Her eyes, her blue eyes, they showed everything. Those wide eyes, as clear as day, terrified of what she was. "M.... Mothflight..." she mumbled, her voice terribly shaky. "I can... I can remember... everything Mothflight!" she yowled into the sky, her voice so terrified and shaking. She shuddered violently. Her brothers, her three brothers, how they bullied her, how they raped her, stood on her, persecuted her. Her father, looking down sneering, ready to take her life when she was but a kit. Her mother, looking on, terrified of the situation. Then, it got worse. Blood. All she could smell was blood. She was ripping at her own pelt, trying to get the memories out. In her mind, she was tearing at her brothers, killing them, then, more young toms' fell to her claws. Then, running. Running with her mother, Allure, running from FireClan, from that wretched city, running, running, as fast as she could, until they stopped at a river. Runner had been exhausted, and fell in the river. She thought she'd drown, but, someone pulled her out, and she woke up. Her eyes, those haunted eyes, they searched for something, but what it was, she didn't know. "Make it stop, Mothflight!" she cried out, pushing her head into Mothflight's shoulder, sobbing loudly and uncontrollably into his pelt.

[Twilight]

Mothflight the concerned
Trying to comfort his mate, Runningfeather
There are 159 words in this post [Fail...]

"I can only try to, Runningfreather!" He replied to her, pressing his face into her fur. He hoped and prayed to StarClan that this would end soon. Unbeknownst to either cat, Nightstar had heard his prayer and had transported to them. She was now watching the situation with a rather piqued interest. She didn't let herself be seen however, as she let her powers go to work, quelling the flow of painful memories to an easier to control trickle for the she-cat. It was the least she could do for the poor thing. She let herself start back for WindClan territory, glad she had been able to help someway.

Mothflight licked her pelt, grooming it. He was trying to calm her down and get the nightmares to stop flowing from her mind. He loved her dearly, and he desperately didn't want her going insane. "It's alright Runningfeather, I'm trying." He meowed softly between licks.

[Silky]

[bg=FE001C][cs=3] runningfeather the somber she's thinking about her haunting past there are words in this post she is with her true love mothflight silky is having seizures over this table Suddenly, the memories slowed down to a more reasonable rate for Runningfeather. Her breathing calmed, her rapid heart rate slowed, and so did her yowling and tearing at her fur. Her breathing grew slow, and her eyes looked at Mothflight. "I know who I am now..." she meowed, a slight French accent in her voice. She looked down at herself. "Ooh, crap. Did I do that?" she wondered aloud. "Mothflight, I was called Runner once. I had three brothers, who I all killed after they raped me. Then me and my mother made it our business to kill more young males to stop them hurting the females... I think Redeyes found out, and we ran. I fell in the river..." she meowed quietly, staring at her bloody and furred claws quietly. "But I'm not Runner anymore... I'm most definately Runningfeather, and I'm not going back..."