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Post by Never on Dec 18, 2008 15:38:12 GMT -5
It's the making of our story
A passing dead and gone
Fairy tales wait in mystery
And monsters sing in song
Even though these lives have ended
Their memory will carry on
Water. It was a never ending path, always rushing to wards it's destination, before being returned to it's original starting point through time and nature. It was a never ending cycle. A path of eternity. One could find much symbolism in such an act, such an event.
Water gave life. But water also took life.
Muted blue eyes observed the rushing currents, looking mildly interested at the way the liquid crashed against the shore and the protruding rocks. How interesting it was, if something stopped the water, it found a way around it.
Beautiful, isn't it?
[/i] "Yes," he murmured out loud, in a simple response to his mate's comment.
But he was alone.
The surrounding area was as quiet and lonely as he appeared to be. Not a pawstep, not a whisper, and certainly not a dainty white she-cat with a soft, feathery voice. But that was because the she-cat was dead.
But love never dies.
Never emitted a soft sigh, tilting his head back to stare at the sapphire blue sky. It was a clear, beautiful day, but very silent. The only noises that broke the tranquil peace were the steady breathing of the tom, his fragile heartbeat, and the soft rushing sound of the river.
[/blockquote][/color] A beautiful nightmare will begin
And our hero's will stand strong
There is a place only the dead know
Real corpses dance and are true to heart
It's the making of our story
Where in death we do not part... [/size][/i][/right] OoC: Open to anyone c:
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Post by Onyxdart on Dec 21, 2008 1:08:51 GMT -5
The first stop Onyx made on any hunting trip was by the river. She didn't really like the river, but the more she went near it, the more used to it she became, until she didn't want to flee at the first sound of rushing water.
The little black she-cat had trotted along quite happily, until she picked up a strange scent. As soon as the scent hit her, it was as if she went on point. She crouched, tail dropping to the ground behind her, ears forward, snarling just slightly. Onyx was not good with newcomers unless they were on the borders, and then she'd just as soon they stay there til she could find Blackheart or Amberstar.
But this character had made it all the way to the river. He was now staring at the river, which Onyx found to be singularly unusual. She was afraid he was maybe crazy, but when he didn't say anything but one word to himself, she decided that was at least understandable. And when he tilted his head back to look at the sky, she stepped from where she'd crouched, tail up, ears forward, clearly not about to take any crap from anybody, but not exactly unfriendly. She looked very, very wary if you watched her. Up on her toes, as was her habit, the sense that she was about to bolt was almost tangible in the set of her shoulders and hips, and the way she balanced over her paws.
"You're trespassing," she said to the tom, but it was not accusing or harassing- she sounded as if she were merely stating a fact. She said nothing else, but she stopped walking. The river put her on edge, new cats put her on edge. But as long as the tom stayed as close to the river as he was, Onyx wasn't getting any closer, even if she had to half shout to make herself heard. [/center] |
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Post by Never on Dec 21, 2008 15:21:04 GMT -5
It's the making of our story
A passing dead and gone
Fairy tales wait in mystery
And monsters sing in song
Even though these lives have ended
Their memory will carry on
The lanky tom was quite unaware he was trespassing in clan territory. He had indeed crossed the borders, but not having ever been around clan cats, he hadn't quite known what it meant. Sure, it was territory lines, but there were so many different cat scents... So perhaps it was some type of gathering place for stray felines? He didn't know. And as curiosity got the best of him, he had stepped over the line. After all, it had been awhile since he'd seen any other cats.
But to his dismay, he hadn't run into any other feline yet. His mate had told him that maybe they were just all busy. By that point, they both got distracted by the beauty of the rushing river, and at his mate's request, got closer to it. Although when she had still been alive, she had had bad experiences with rivers, she didn't let that bother her. Water was her favorite of the elements, he had learned-- though that didn't necessarily mean getting wet!
With his eyes affixed on the wide range of sky above him, he flicked his ear. Was someone approaching? He lowered his eyes to look curiously at the newcomer as she spoke. Trespassing? Him? So this was not a gathering place?
It seems not...
"Terribly sorry, Miss, I was not aware of my doing so." He said in response to her statement. With a swish of his tail, he rose to his paws and faced the petite black female. "I was under the impression this was some sort of gathering place. Please, forgive me, and I shall be right on my way."
[/color] A beautiful nightmare will begin
And our hero's will stand strong
There is a place only the dead know
Real corpses dance and are true to heart
It's the making of our story
Where in death we do not part... [/size][/i][/right]
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Post by Onyxdart on Dec 21, 2008 22:05:48 GMT -5
Onyx continued to eye the water with evident distrust for a moment before looking at the tom. He was certainly being polite. She hadn't expected courtesy from a lone tom.
"It is a gathering place. A whole clan lives here. I'd think if you want to stay, you'd have to ask Amberstar," she said, shifting restlessly onto her hind paws. She'd come out to hunt, and hunting was exactly what she wasn't doing. It went against her good common sense to make the tom stay here, or to take him back to camp, which was quite a conundrum. Times like this made her wish she was psychic.
An answer, however, presented itself in the form of a she-cat just a little bit smaller than Onyx, and the color of clay sand. She had apparently been out hunting already, because she carried two mice in her mouth. A little bird flew down to perch on her back as she approached the other two cats.
"I'll stay here with him, if you want to go hunt," she said softly, giving the tom a look in the same family as the one Onyx had been giving the river. She flicked her tail, and then looked back to Onyx, who looked somewhat skeptical. Still, she was willing to let the younger cat stay. She didn't honestly believe the other male to be a threat, and Wrenwing had proven to be quite adept both at holding her own and beating a hasty retreat.
With a nod, Onyx turned and padded off to find freshkill, and then to go back to camp to find either Ambeerstar or Blackheart. [/center] It occured to me that I haven't RPed Wrenwing in ages, hope this is alright. |
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