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Post by Sanctuary on Jun 9, 2007 21:06:32 GMT -5
Running.
How long had the crimsony-orange she-cat been running now?
For long. So long.
It was all she could remember at first, was the running. No visual memories, just the feel of her cracked and bleeding paws slamming into the ground, exhausted and weak muscles carrying her on and on.
Oh, there were other memories. Memories that broke the she-cat again and again at their though.
And she ran as if the flames that had destroyed her world were reaching up, licking at her paws, seeking to take her like they had taken her twolegs.
And it was all her fault.
Allyourfaultallyourfaultallyourfaultallyourfaultallyourfault—
Stop! No more! Please…
Finally, her body could go no further, and collapsed into a small heap right at the edge of Stoneclan borders… |
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Post by Snowstar on Jun 10, 2007 9:52:09 GMT -5
"It appears you have come a long way..."
A voice...
Onyx-black, a star-white blaze upon her chest. A cat of this appearance approached red-orange she with a graceful step and knife-like movements over her well-known terrain, slicing her way under rocks, over stones, and around boulders. She paused and looked over the she-cat with almost pity in her eyes, but she dared herself to harden that outlook; she was leader now, not some lovebegone fool like she was.. Seemed more like moons ago...
"Can you speak?" She asked calmly, sitting down before the she-cat, dark tail curling over her forepaws. "If so, answer me this question; what brings you to Stoneclan borders?" She asked kindly, a hint of a smile upon her maw. |
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Post by Sanctuary on Jun 10, 2007 21:50:22 GMT -5
Pale orange hues opened slightly, although there was no slowing to the rapid fall and rise of her chest as she attempted to catch her breath. A long way?
Running running always running. Heart pounding, blood seeping from torn paws but no pain, nothing, nothing but such an aching burning regret. Allherfaultallherfault…
Oh god, how long had she been running? She couldn’t remember exactly, couldn’t remember…moons and moons. Several moons ago she had started this journey, running and running and running to escape the inescapable.
The she-cat moved her head slowly, eyes lifting to look to the she-cat speaking to her. There, it could be seen that there was a brown leather collar about her neck. It was obvious by the condition the she-cat was in that, while she might have once been a kittypet, that life was certainly no more.
“Nowhere…nowhere…”
She breathed, her voice cracked and dry and filled with such such pain…where else was there for her to go?
“I…seek sanctuary.” |
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Post by Snowstar on Jun 29, 2007 10:04:13 GMT -5
She bowed her head, looking thoughtfully at the leather collar that crossed her features. However, the scent was distant. Though Stoneclan was filled enough with cats, they could always accept new members. There was no way in Starclan, however, that Snowstar would accept a recent Kittypet. Twolegs might come looking for the cat...
Sanctuary? Yes, I have sanctuary. This is Stoneclan territory here, one of the four.. Well, seven clans. What is it that they call you? She questioned the flustered looking she-cat. She had so much pain in her eyes. so much terror... She might as well have lived in Stoneclan to begin with. There isn't much I can offer you, but sanctuary is one of them.
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