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Post by Rendezvous on Mar 19, 2013 21:40:18 GMT -5
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Tonight was proving to be another sleepless night for the Thunderclan warrior. Her green eyes flickered open in the darkness of the warrior den, adjusting to the dim moonlight that shone into the clearing. The brown tabby moved in her nest, desperately trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, unfortunately that wasn't going to happen, not tonight. I could do some hunting, that'll tire me out. She thought to herself as she quietly stepped out of her nest and slipped outside into the clearing.
Owlcall stretched her slender frame before padding across the clearing, silently thanking Starclan that it hadn't snowed during the night. It'll be sunrise soon, but I will have prey to bring back to the clan, hopefully. She thought to herself as she slipped through the brush and ended up outside of Thunderclan camp. Once she was out of the camp, the she-cat lengthened her stride and moved through the forest, eventually finding herself running.
Her claws dug into the ground to give her leverage, it was almost as if she wanted to escape what was nagging at her heart, which of course, she was. Her mind was a blur of Heronflight and his brother, her present mate. For the past moon or so, memories of her time with Heronflight had been floating around in her dreams, and it kept her awake at night. She still remembered the day when she left Heronflight for his brother, something that she had felt was the right thing to do at the time. Unfortunately, she was having her doubts and now regretted her decision.
Every pleasant memory of her time spent with Heronflight was now plagued with the knowledge that Heronflight had moved on and had gotten a new mate, Cloudeyes and had started a family with his own kits. That could have been me, us. She thought to herself, still running through the forest. Instead, she had cheated, she was a loser in the end. Love wasn't a game, a cat's heart was not something to play with.
After running a couple more foxlengths, the she-cat slowed to a stop and stood there, panting. "I wish I could just say I'm sorry, but now its too late..much too late." She meowed quietly into the night air. Catching her breath a few moments later, she scented her surroundings, and luckily she caught the scent of fresh mouse. Hunting should distract me.
Owlcall's hunt proved to be rather successful as she had caught a few mice and dropped them into a pile by a nearby oak tree. Sighing, the tabby warrior settled down on the ground, resting her head on her paws as she listened to the sounds of the night.
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Post by flyaway on Mar 19, 2013 21:54:34 GMT -5
[style=text-align:justify; margin-top:-8px; width: 160px; height: 330px; overflow:auto; float:right; margin-right:1px;][style=margin-top:-15px; padding-left:5px;] Heronflight lay draped over one of the branches in the Great Sycamore. He wasn't unusually high, but neither was he very close to the ground. But the height didn't bother him. With so many branches, climbing the tree had been no more difficult than hopping between stepping stones. Not that he was attempting to brag or show-off to whoever might pass. No, if anything the height comforted him. It literally made him feel “above it all”. He could escape the noise of the camp, the current chaos that surrounded them. His mood turned immediately sour, a frown dominating his lips. His claws unsheathed, sinking them into the bark of the ancient oak. His eyes narrowed somewhat as he stared in the direction of the Thunderclan camp. His lip pulled up in something that resembled anger.
Somewhere in that camp, their leader Sootstar would be overseeing patrols. Ashcall would bustling about, attending to herbs. Apprentices would be with mentors, kittens with queens, elders complaining in their den. Cloudeyes would be curled around their three beautiful kittens. And Heronflight, he would be here, up in the tree, trying to pretend that none of it existed. He straightened, rising to a sitting position in the tree. He moved with the utmost care, his tail flicking carefully to keep him balanced. A fall from this height would shatter bones, and crush any dreams of becoming the new deputy to dust.
The beginning of a smile flitted across his features. Deputy, it was a rank he had dreamed of. The past leader’s retirement had finally offered him an opportunity. Sootfire had become Sootstar, and as of yet the deputy position was unfilled. That left it wide open to a capable, experienced, dedicated warrior such as himself. He kneaded the bark beneath his paws. He was ambitious, he knew it. He dreamed of becoming deputy, of following after Sootstar and leading his clan with nine lives bestowed upon him from the starry ancestors. He had imagined himself rising above the others, naming apprentices, sitting high up during Gatherings. The mere thought made his chest fill with pride.
And Cloudeyes, his precious Cloudeyes, would sit beneath the High Rock. Their kittens would look to him with pride. And Owlcall and Thrushwing – well Heronflight wouldn’t spare them a glance. He had long since gotten over the betrayal, though he still held bitterness and anger towards the two. He realized, in the back of his mind, that without Owlcall’s abandonment, he would never have found Cloudeyes. And truthfully, he had stopped thinking of Owlcall. She’d ceased to be a plague on him. All that mattered was his family. A smile drifted over his lips, lit by the moonlight. Far away, Cloudeyes lay curled around their kittens. She had banned him from the Nursery. She insisted he attend to his duties, despite his opinion she and their kittens were his only duties. He smiled at the thought, imagining their little smiles.
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Post by Rendezvous on Mar 20, 2013 20:19:41 GMT -5
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Sleep had almost dragged Owlcall into the realm of dreams, but soon enough her drowsy trance was broken by the sound of something, or someone in the trees. The she-cat rose to her paws, raising her gaze up towards the canopy. Feline scent reached her nostrils and she easily recognized the familiar scent of her clanmate and ex-mate, Heronflight.
Her ear flicked in uncertainty before meowing, "What are you doing up there Heronflight?" The she-cat asked curiously, although not daring to climb the tree to join the grey tom. She had a feeling that she wouldn't be very welcome in Heronflight's personal space, and she didn't want to receive a scratched ear in the process. Everyone knew that curiosity killed the cat.
Thinking of Heronflight's mate, Cloudeyes and their kits, Owlcall realized that she had never seen what the kits even looked like. Although, she probably wouldn't have even been welcome by the mother of the kits, nor Heronflight. She'd just have to wait til the little bundles of fur became apprentices, then she'd be able to get a good look at Heronflight's offspring. She knew that Heronflight was probably a good father, and she thought no less of Cloudeyes, for she was a good warrior and judging from the amount of time the pair had spent together, the love was mutual.
Owlcall hadn't been able to provide love for Heronflight. Their relationship had only been unrequited love for the she-cat had truly been drawn to Thrushwing, Heronflight's own brother. Now that she thought about it, it didn't really seem fair to 'cheat' on your mate with his own brother. Did the brothers even talk to one another anymore? Owlcall didn't even know. Perhaps it would be better for her to leave both of the brothers alone all together, was the destruction of family worth an affair with a lover?
The Thunderclan she-cat didnt seem to think so, at least now she was seeing things in colour instead of black and white. Sniffing she sat back down on her haunches, glancing up at the nearly full moon that hung in the night sky.
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Post by flyaway on Mar 20, 2013 21:35:19 GMT -5
[style=text-align:justify; margin-top:-8px; width: 160px; height: 330px; overflow:auto; float:right; margin-right:1px;][style=margin-top:-15px; padding-left:5px;] Heronflight rested his head on his crossed paws. One of his back paws hung lazily over the side of the branch, swinging slightly in the air. Somehow the feeling of nothing, the knowledge of the dizzying deadly drop that awaited was comforting. It was like sitting on the edge of the world, waiting for the inevitable. It was nice, in a way, to know there was nothing to be done. At times, Heronflight liked to wish life was just so. That every decision he did wouldn’t truly change anything. He was heading down an irrevocable path. Of course, every life led to death. But he liked to think that, more than that, every path led to something pre-planned. Perhaps it was foolish, to hope for destiny and fate. But it gave Heronflight some small hope, some small comfort.
He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. He knew, with a certainty, that Cloudeyes had been his fate. She had been his destiny, lurking on the outskirts of life until the universe decided it was time. He snorted to himself, remembering that precise moment. He’d been sitting in this very tree, perhaps this very branch. He couldn’t remember anymore. All he remembered was his own disdain, yet the irresistible pull, the allure she had held over him from that first moment he’d met her sanguine gaze. A peace settled over him, an utter contentment. He needed, and wanted, for nothing – not now.
But a voice broke his reverie, a voice that was achingly painfully familiar – even after all these moons. Subconsciously, his claws unsheathed, sinking into the bark. His head snapped downwards, his gaze landing immediately on the delicate brown tabby illuminated by a mid-hanging moon. He breathed her name, just loud enough to float down to her. “Owlcall,” He couldn’t remember the last time he had spoken with her. They’d spent moons avoiding each other. And it had become a habit. He couldn’t remember the sound of his name on her lips. He rose, descending a branch or two, watching her evenly, a hint of his old anger behind his eyes. “I expect I was doing the same thing as you.” He didn’t descend all the way. He was reluctant to get too near, lest she manage to break him again.
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Post by Rendezvous on Mar 21, 2013 17:00:03 GMT -5
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Owlcall wasn't really all that surprised that her greeting was given a rather smart comment in response. Flicking the tip of her tail she decided that she would try to start some smalltalk. "How are your kits? I bet they're beautiful." She meowed as she gazed up at the trees. Judging from how the tom was acting, the tabby she-cat already knew that she would never rekindle any form of friendship. That fire was long since burned out.
There was no point in trying to deliberately avoid your own clanmate, especially when you lived in the same den! "I've been wanting to say that I'm sorry, you know about Thrushwing. But you seem really happy with Cloudeyes, she's giving you something that unfortunately I could never provide." Owlcall meowed softly as she sat down on her haunches and studied the tom's frame up on the branch. "You have a family now, and I really wished that I would have told you something before..you know..leaving and all." Owlcall didn't believe that the tom was going to accept her apology, but at least she had gotten an apology out in the first place.
Getting back to her paws, she grabbed the mice by their skinny little tails. "I'll get these back to camp." Her meow was muffled by her catch. Flicking her tail she turned and began padding back towards camp, not once looking back at the cat that had once loved her.
He's happy now, that's all that matters.
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