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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jan 7, 2007 19:30:18 GMT -5
I watched the proverbial sunrise
Coming up over the Pacific and
You might think I'm losing my mind,
But I will shy away from the specifics...
'cause I don't want you to know where I am
'cause then you'll see my heart
In the saddest state it's ever been.
This is no place to try and live my life...
Dark gray hues swirled in emptiness. Paws as black as a raven's wing tread silently on the dry, hard soil of leaf-bare. The heat that radiated from the tom's muscles melted a bare track in the snow covered landscape. Ice bowed and fled from his presence, for though the land was frozen, a burning hatred roiled in the tom's soul.
Weary from hours of restless wandering, he stopped on the borders of some scent marker. He knew nothing of the residents, not their names or their purpouse, but he could tell they were cats. His frame felt weak with fatigue, but he dared not rest, not here. Forced into battles for sport, he had learned to never be off guard. Thoughts of his past swirled in his mind, having only just escaped from the terrible fate that had nearly been his...
Snapping back to the present, he sat up and shook his pelt to rouse himself. He wondered if the cats that lived here would welcome him with open paws...or if he would die in one last battle...with them... |
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Post by Kestrel on Jan 7, 2007 22:01:10 GMT -5
You'll never take me alive
The night was a bright one; a moon more than half-full threw down a radiant blue light that dyed the snow, cast indigo shadows across the hills of RisingClan.
Stars, scattered across the sky like points of light poured from a cup, glittered with fierce cold fire.
Paws white enough to make the snow look gray navigated the landscape swiftly and surely; the owner of those paws knew the territory tail-length by tail-length. She did not fear the night, though the times were dark.
She moved with almost eerie silence, the ice barely crackling under her slight weight, never staying in one place long enough to melt the snow.
Her fur was white and ghost-gray, the color of thin clouds on a light day. Her eyes were mismatched; one was brilliant electric yellow, the other, cool blue; both carried an intensity that rivaled a greenleaf sun.
She was not an old cat, and her face was pretty, but it was clear that she was not a cat to be taken lightly, for she was Kestrel, leader of RisingClan.
Guided by some inherent leader-sense, she came to the borders, drawn by the presence of a strange tom.
Standing still, alert but not hostile, Kestrel surveyed the newcomer. "Cat, what business have you here?" she called.
I'm alive
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jan 8, 2007 19:43:31 GMT -5
The time is now...but am I ready...?
The night-pelted tom raised his head to see who it was that spoke to him. His pain-clouded hues landed on a she-cat, lovely of form and mottled like clouds on a rainy day. He might have been drawn to her, were his heart not shut painfully by grief and old scars. He couldn't tell yet if she was threat to him, but something about the way she spoke made him think she was not. Her tone was stern, but not hostile and it warmed his frozen soul to think that any cat might have the time for him in this unforgiving land...
He gathered his paws and stood up to his full height, the silver markings on his back shimmering in the pale moonlight. Facing the femme with an air of dignity, he acknowledged her with a flick of his tail and then tried to explain his wishes, though he himself was not entirely sure of what he hoped to accomplish...
"Lady cat..." he began, having no notion of her name. "I am Chasm...once claimed as the mightiest of all fighting cats by the wicked twolegs that caged me...I stand before you now as a wanderer..." He paused, hoping she would not instantly dismiss him for having any tidings with twolegs. "Escape from that miserable existence has led me here...and though I am not familar in the least with life amongst others of my kind...I hoped to start life anew...somewhere in this land..."
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Post by Kestrel on Jan 8, 2007 20:46:15 GMT -5
You'll never take me alive
As it happened, Kestrel did not care at all about this tom's mention of twolegs. They were vile things; how could any cat be held responsible for what they did, and made one do?
She could see the scars inflicted by a tough life; the pain that haunted his eyes and his step. Pity was not something Kestrel dealed in, but her sympathy was immediate.
"The land upon which you stand has been marked as RisingClan land," she meowed. "This territory is beautiful; rolling hills make waves on the horizon, the sky is vast and bright...the wind sings its haunted songs across the highlands and the lowlands. It is a beautiful, wild place to start anew, but it is not a peaceful place." Slight regret showed in her mismatched eyes, but it was gone in a heartbeat.
Kestrel nodded in the direction of BoneClan, a flash of steely anger illuminating her gaze. This time to look stayed, slow-burning.
"The Clan that lies in that direction is known as BoneClan, and it is lead by the tom Bane. In this performance, he and his warriors dress up and play the part of 'evil,' while RisingClan plays the 'good' side. BoneClanners kill for pleasure, without reason; rape when it suits them. There are some among their number who eat the flesh of their own kind."
She turned her brilliant gaze on Chasm. "These crimes may be better or worse than what you have seen in the shadows of the twolegs, but RisingClan is set against them nonetheless. War is fast approaching, and though RisingClan would be happy to take you in if you so desired, you may be called upon to fight the injustice of Bane and his Clan.
If you have had enough of fighting, there are other places you may seek, and I can direct you there. It is your choice alone."
Kestrel, who had been called a brilliant speaker by some, certainly did have a way with words.
She would understand fully if the tom wished to pass her land by. But she believed in honesty; she would lay it all down before this Chasm, and damn the consequences.
Whatever choice he would make, he would make it fully informed.
I'm alive
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jan 8, 2007 21:11:56 GMT -5
Step by step...I draw away from myself...and closer to me...
Gray fires blazed in the tom's face. The swift proposal of acceptance into her clan left the massive cat stunned. He shifted uneasily from one ebony paw to the other, weighing the consequences of both decisions. If he joined this clan, he would never be able to leave his fighting days behind...but could he really? Afterall, the one thing he knew was how to fight. What he lacked was everything else.
"Lady cat..." he began again. "Though I can't say how long my battle worn body can last, I will do whatever I can to serve your clan for however long my time is to be in this world..." He looked at her carefully, his misty gray hues locked on her mismatched ones. "Battling is all I know...so you must forgive me if my temper leads me to confrontations..." Despite his powerful frame, his poor mind was fragile and he shifted nervously as he continued. "This tom grants you his utmost loyalty...in hopes of winning back some semblance of a normal cat's life..."
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Post by Kestrel on Jan 9, 2007 19:42:24 GMT -5
You'll never take me alive
Kestrel nodded, a small smile on her face. It was a rare occurance, the smile, but though it was small, it was pleasant. It made her seem a good deal less intense.
Noticing his anxiety, Kestrel tapped him reassuringly with her tail.
A moment later, it occured to her that that simple gesture, one that she gave automatically and without hesitation, was likely one this tom rarely, if ever, experienced.
"It will be alright," she murmured.
Then she turned and took a step away, turning her face into the wind, in the direction of her camp. "Considering the life you have lead until now, I would understand fully if your temper gets the better of you now and then," she commented.
Remembering that she had not yet introduced herself, she turned back, meeting Chasm's gaze.
"Greetings, Chasm; I am Kestrel, leader of RisingClan."
I'm alive
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jan 10, 2007 20:49:42 GMT -5
Why does my head tell me to run...but my heart tell me to stay...?
Chasm observed the leader as she spoke to him once again. He truly did admire her form, slender and beautiful, but strong as well. He watched the ripples of sinew as she walked and turned. Then she flicked him lightly across the shoulder with her tail. An undoubtedly normal action for any normal cat, but it took all Chasm's willpower not to lash out at the touch. His body was programmed to attack at the slightest suggestion of a challenge and he had to fight the urge to sink his teeth into the she-cat's neck.
It was not that he wanted to hurt her, no absolutely not. It was just SO hard not to attack other felines, after being forced to do it over and over and over again. The absence of it left a strange emptiness in him, that was both uncormfortable and inviting. Chasm wanted to embrace this new side of him, a side that was like the first new leaf, in a frozen land. Perhaps this honorable cat, could begin to warm the ice that coated his heart...
"So...Kestrel..." he said, trying out the name on his tongue. "Where am I to go from here?" |
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Post by Kestrel on Jan 10, 2007 20:58:37 GMT -5
|ooc| Chasm is an interesting character ^^ I'm going to start another thread in camp (xD). It will be the first general RP thread in Risingclan. Life goes on. Kestrel shall lead Chasm there ^^
You'll never take me alive
"Wherever you want," Kestrel said, waving her tail grandly. The expression on her face was simple; a small, subtle smile.
She saw him tense, and understood. She saw him keep control of himself, and respected.
The values of self-control were great.
But Kestrel was slightly troubled. This cat was locked in ice: a new kind, that did not melt with the sun and instead locked around one's heart.
It saddened her, and she felt a brief stab of anger towards the twolegs.
They ruined so many lives.
"I will lead you to camp, if you'd like," she meowed softly, padding halfway up the hill. In RisingClan, there was always a hill.
And, whether he followed or not, Kestrel threaded the rest of the way up the hill and entered her camp.
I'm alive
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jan 10, 2007 21:09:21 GMT -5
I find it kinda funny...
I find it kinda sad...
That the dreams in which I'm dying, are the best I've ever had...
Chasm looked deep inside himself a moment, comtemplating whether or not this was truly what he wanted. He did want to lead a normal life...but would he find it in this Clan? When he thought of the alternatives, going back to the twoleg place or wandering the forest in hope of someone else accepting him...his options didn't seem so fruitful. He sighed heavily, bracing his paws. Then he leapt into a run and quickly caught up with Kestrel. His new..."Leader?" he said. |
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Post by Kestrel on Jan 10, 2007 21:17:15 GMT -5
You'll never take me alive
"Yes," Kestrel answered simply.
"But we are free. I am no dictator."
Now come, and see what I see. what we see.
Over the hill, and below lay RisingClan's camp.
I'm alive
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