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Post by flyaway on Mar 17, 2013 14:16:38 GMT -5
[style=text-align:justify; margin-top:-8px; width: 250px; height: 337px; overflow:auto; float:left; margin-left:8px;][style=margin-top:-15px; padding-right:5px;] Ashcloud moved slowly. It was a glacial pace really. With her twisted paw, she couldn’t do more than hobble. She had seen, even heard of others, those who had lost a paw or a limb early. Some were born without proper legs. They could move, run, like any normal cat. But she, well she had been injured after her twentieth moon. She hadn’t learned. And she hadn’t been able to adjust. In addition, the twisted paw still screamed in protest when she put anything more than the slightest of weight on it. Occasionally it kept her up at nights. Acornpatch gave her herbs, to dull the pain, to help her sleep. But there was nothing he could do, not truly. There was nothing anyone could do. But Ashcloud had long since accepted her fate. Yet occasionally things niggled at her, they wormed their way under her skin. They whispered in her ear – taunted her. They called her weak, useless, a drain on clan supplies. They sneered, and she found herself filled with a horrible self-disgust. It was times like these, when insurmountable guilt mocked her, that she pushed herself further than was healthy. She had set out from the Nursery the moment light peeked over the trees. She’d left Ternkit and Lightkit in the temporary care of another queen.
So here she was, far from camp. The sounds of milling and murmuring cats had long since faded into silence. There was nothing on all sides, nothing but the towering swaying pines. If she screamed, she doubted anyone would come to her aid. Yet this knowledge gave her a certain rush of adrenaline. She gritted her teeth, clenching her jaw. Her shoulders were back, held tight. Her ears pricked and her warrior instincts, long in hibernation, reared up. She dropped into a crouch, her gaze fastened forward. Her crouch was slightly lopsided. A few fox-lengths in front of her, a mouse was rustling in the undergrowth. She parted her jaws, drinking in her scent. She couldn’t remember the last time she had hunted – much less the last time she had been successful. Something made her determined. Perhaps Pinestep’s visit to the Nursery more than a week ago. Something about the way he looked at her, something in his voice, had driven her here. She’d found herself watching him.
She pushed every thought of him away. The mouse was before her, wandering ever closer. She shifted silently, cradling her twisted paw to her chest. She waited another instant, her heart hammering in her chest. The mouse wandered close, just within reach. Her muscles tensed. And with her teeth grinding against each other, she sprang from her crouch. She landed, her claws sinking into the hapless mouse. Weight descended on her twisted paw, sending excruciating pain through her body. She couldn’t keep her jaws clenched and a screech of pain escaped her lips. She crumpled, rolling to her side, her body contorting. The pain flowed through her in waves. She gasped against it. But on the ground, discarded next to her, the dead mouse lay waiting.
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Post by Rendezvous on Mar 17, 2013 14:52:29 GMT -5
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Despite his ambitious, and hateful nature, Pinestep was still haunted by nightmares. Dark dreams that suffocated him with the memories of sister, a life that he had ended with his own claws. The tabby tom had realized over time that he felt a small strain of guilt over his actions. Pebblekit couldn't help that she had been born a runt, it was what Starclan had planned for her, she may have even gone on to outgrow her weakness and become a grand warrior. No, she was weak. Those who are weak do not deserve to live, I did her a favor! The tom growled in his dreams, the darkness was slowly dragging him beneath, was it fear that was trying to smother him in this dream? Or was it the guilt of the death of Pebblekit all together?
Abruptly, the large tom stirred in his nest, or what was left of his nest. Due to the tom's constant movements in his sleep, the nest had been ruined. Figuring that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep for a while, he set to grooming his fur, listening to the quiet snores of the other cats in the warriors den. I do not regret what I have done, so by Starclan, quit trying to haunt me! He thought as he finally got to his paws and treaded quietly out of the den out into the clearing. The morning was quiet, seeing that many cats had yet to arise due to the early hours of the day. "I am never at ease." The tom meowed softly as he moved across the clearing. Inhaling the scents around him, he realized that he wasn't the only cat that had been an early bird.
There was a recent scent trail leading out of camp. Ashcloud. Where was the queen hobbling off too now? "I should let her stay out there and rot." He meowed quietly to himself before deciding against it. Better go make sure she didn't become foxfood. With a sigh, the deputy followed the cat's trail out of camp, eventually realizing that for a cat with a twisted paw, she could travel pretty far, the sun had long since reached its full height in the sky. It peaked the tom's interest as the trail led him deeper into the forest and when he realized he was getting closer, he slipped into the nearby brush as quietly as he could.
Settling his green gaze on the grey she-cat, he watched her carefully. What is she doing? He questioned himself as he watch the queen prepare herself to hunt? Pinestep had recognized the scent of mouse nearby, and from the looks of it, Ashcloud was going to attempt to catch the rodent. Hmmm. The tabby tom was quite interested in what was going to happen between the cat and the mouse. After a few moments, the she-cat went for the mouse, and to Pinestep's surprise, she caught it.
Unfortunately, it looked as if there was a price for the she-cat going past her limits. Hearing the she-cat in pain, Pinestep moved out of the bushes and approached the she-cat, nosing her frame carefully. "Are you alright?" He asked, inspecting the queen's mangled paw, which he knew was the source of her pain. "You shouldn't have strayed this far from camp, Ashcloud." He meowed quietly as he continued to inspect the she-cat for any other signs of injury.
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Post by flyaway on Mar 18, 2013 11:28:14 GMT -5
[style=text-align:justify; margin-top:-8px; width: 250px; height: 337px; overflow:auto; float:left; margin-left:8px;][style=margin-top:-15px; padding-right:5px;] She curled in on herself, her paw cradled to her chest. Her eyes were screwed shut. Her breath whistled between her clenched teeth. She groaned and rolled onto her stomach. Every nerve in her body protested. Her entire right sight pulsed with excruciating pain. But she could see her mouse. It lay a few feet from her, waiting for her. And the sight of that one kill, the first kill she’d been able to make in more moons than she could count – made the pain worth it. She rolled back to her side with a sigh, attempting to calm her breathing. She wouldn’t be able to move, not yet. This she knew. The moment she tried to rise, put even an ounce of weight on her paw, she would crumple. She laid her head back, allowing her eyes to flutter closed. She would return to camp triumphant, her mouse in her jaws. Perhaps she would bring it to her fellow queen – or present it to Froststar herself. But for the moment, all she wanted was to sleep. The pain still pulsed in her, but it was beginning to ebb, ever so slightly. It was calming, retreating back into the depths of her body.
She had been consumed in her pain, and her triumph. She didn’t notice Pinestep until his light nose touched her fur. She hissed in surprise, jerking her head up with a gasp. He stood over her, unperturbed. He nosed along, checking her for injuries. Pure shock took over. Ashcloud found herself remaining obediently still. He was careful, more gentle than she had thought him capable of. He didn’t say anything, didn’t laugh or mock. He simply checked. Ashcloud slowly released the tension in her muscles, allowed her head to loll against the ground once more. She gritted her teeth. Despite his care, his occasional nudges sent flashes of pain up her leg. Her ears flicked back, pinning against her skull. She closed her eyes. She knew she shouldn’t have gone out. She wasn’t a youthful hopeful warrior anymore. She had aged, impossibly it seemed. She knew her limits. Yet that didn’t stop her from pushing them. When she spoke, her voice was halting, slightly rasped with pain. “I – I’m alright.” She rolled again to her stomach, gingerly keeping her injured paw from being jostled. Her fur was cluttered with bits of leaves and other debris. She was a mess. But she didn’t care. She looked past Pinestep, to her mouse waiting a few lengths away.
She ducked her head. She was reluctant to look at him. Despite her success, she was embarrassed, humiliated by her own weakness. It was one thing to hobble quietly through camp. But to be found like this, so helpless – literally brought to her knees, it sent white hot flame to her cheeks. Her tail flicked against the ground. “I’m still a warrior, Pinestep. This forest is my home.” She couldn’t explain what had possessed her, the need to push her limitations. But in a way, despite her determination to simply bring home prey, the forest had called too. She had longed to wander it’s expanse, to let her paws squelch in the swamp. It was home to her. It’s scent wrapped around her, reminding her of what she was, what she would always be. What generations of Shadowclan kittens would know. She heaved a sigh. Ducking her head away from Pinestep’s observant gaze.
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Post by Rendezvous on Mar 18, 2013 17:04:11 GMT -5
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The large tom snorted in response to the she-cat's response. "I know this is your home, but it doesn't mean that you should drag yourself out of camp." The deputy moved away from the she-cat, his tail was lashing almost as if he was irritated by the queen's antics. "You cannot defend yourself properly. What would you have done if there had been an intruder, like a rogue, or even a starving fox?" The tom's words came out in a hiss, he had already been annoyed with his haunting nightmares, he didn't want to have to worry about a practically three legged queen.
Green eyes blazed as he looked down on the grey feline. "I wouldn't have wanted to drag back a lifeless body either." With another hiss, the tom finally sat down and wrapped his tail neatly around his paws as he watched the grey cat before shifting his attention to her catch. "However, I do admit that you made a great catch, Ashcloud." For a disabled cat, Pinestep believed that the she-cat could overcome her weakness, if she had the will and heart to do so. Alas, he wasn't one to utter praise on a daily basis so it didn't come as a surprise when he reverted back to his usual quiet, and strict nature.
It irritated the tom that he had to follow the queen like she had been some lost, irresponsible apprentice. "I will stay here until you are ready to go back to camp." The tom meowed, looking off towards the forest. "That is, unless you want to try to hunt again? I told you the other day that I would help you." The tom's gaze was fixed on a hawk perched on the branch of a nearby pine tree.
His offer reminded him of Pebblekit once more, which caused the feline's frame to tense. I do not have regrets...it was needed...she would have died anyway..I did her a favor.. Pinestep shook his head, driving the thoughts out of his head. He wanted to become the leader of Shadowclan, and he would do anything to do just that. He was the deputy of Shadowclan, which caused him to be one step closer to ruling the clan, and then he would aim to rule the entire forest. However, was there still some good deep down in the tom's heart?
Why did he still feel guilty over something that had happened moons ago? It was very unlike him to aid another cat, feeling that if a cat was weak they should either fend for themselves, or be disposed of all together. Yet here he was, following Ashcloud out of camp, and then actually caring about her well-being. Perhaps the grey she-cat reminded him of his sister, someone that he couldn't have helped. Pinestep was uneasy about the whole ordeal. As his father had always told him, every cat had a destiny, whether it be big or small. A small hint of doubt crept into the tom's mind.
What if he wasn't meant to be the dark leader that he had aimed for?
Was there still good in the Shadowclan tom, or was his own mind playing tricks on him?
After a few moments, the tom finally snapped out of his thoughts, pulling himself back to reality. He got to his paws and shook himself as if trying to rid himself of the probing questions. I don't know what to do... He thought to himself. One may not have known it, but the strict, yet ambitious tom was in pain, not physically but mentally. Over the past few moons he had become confused about his purpose, and only time would tell if he would walk the path of the dark, or choose to stay on the path that Starclan had rightfully laid out for him.
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Post by flyaway on Mar 19, 2013 15:46:13 GMT -5
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She had just been released from the Medicine Cat den. Acornpatch had cautioned her to remain near the camp. He’d kept an anxious eye on her. She’d suspected that he’d felt guilty, responsible for his inability to reset her paw. She didn’t blame him. She didn’t blame anyone. Willowbranch was at her side. Her sister had never left, not for a moment. And it was Willowbranch, her eyes full of hope, who had lured her sister out of camp. Ashcloud had moved slowly. Her hobbling had been interminable then. She hadn’t learned how to hold herself, how to move as effectively as possible. She was glad simply to be able to move. She’d resisted leaving the camp, but Willowbranch had cajoled her, farther and farther until the sounds of the camp were gone, until nothing remained about the forest. Ashcloud remembered the thrill, the adrenaline of scents and feelings she hadn’t heard – hadn’t experienced – since the day she’d lost the use of her front paw.
Eventually Ashcloud had refused to go further. She’d been exhausted by even her limited movements. She’d sat, sucking in breath. Willowbranch had sat at her side, silent without judgment. And then, just as now, the crows had circled. They’d cawed and squawked at each other. She couldn’t remember why, but Ashcloud had shivered. Something about the sound had disturbed her. She’d remembered thinking to herself that the scraps, what wasn’t wanted by anything else – was left to the crows. She opened her eyes, returning to the moment. Pinestep was still at her side, her mouse waiting. But all she could think now, faced with her dimming memory, was a single question. Should she have been left to the crows? She shivered, her skin prickling. She wanted to escape, encase herself in the nursery once more, where she knew she would be safe. She shook her head, her legs shaking as she pushed herself to a sitting position. Her twisted paw was still cradled gently against her chest.
“I’ll be dragged back someday, by you or whoever happens upon me.” The words were sudden, neither self-pitying nor cynical. She had ceased hating herself, in a way. She still held guilt, of course, over her perceived uselessness. But she had also become a realist. She knew, living as she was her chances of surviving to old age were limited. Yet she was thankful for what little she had been given, a reprise from the elder’s den. She shook herself, dislodging a piece or two of the debris. Bits of leaves, dirt, had been trapped in her fur when she’d fallen. She bent her head, grooming her fur lightly. She found herself suddenly embarrassed by her rumpled appearance. She cleared her throat, looking to Pinestep with a sudden wash of gratitude. She looked away again. His words struck her. And despite her natural instinctive aversion to the tom, she was curious. Her ears flicked and she looked him up and down. “How could you help me?”
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Post by Rendezvous on Mar 19, 2013 16:56:59 GMT -5
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Now that the she-cat had mentioned it, how would he able to help her? "I don't want you to end up in the elder's den, you are still young and quite capable of overcoming your obstacles." He meowed quietly, shifting his gaze to her mangled forepaw before looking to Ashcloud. "After you are done fostering Ternkit and Lightkit, what will you do then?" Pinestep watched the gray cat carefully, watching her expression.
Sure, the injury made it difficult for the cat to hunt properly, clearly. "You do not deserve to be crowfood either." The tom almost hissed, almost as if the same thought had crossed his mind. "I don't believe that you'd be able to fight another cat, but perhaps you can learn to defend yourself. You never know when camp may invaded and you are left without anyone to protect you." Pinestep slowly walked around the smokey queen, allowing his thoughts to roll around in his head. "You have three good paws, why not put them to use? Learn to hunt without the injured paw, and use the others to your advantage." The tom flicked his tail, trying to picture the scenario in his head.
It was unlike Pinestep to try and help another cat, but in this case he felt like he had to help the broken queen. "If you practice running on three legs only, they will get stronger and soon enough you'll be running just as normal as any cat. You may be able to hunt easier if you focus on grabbing your prey with your teeth and good paw, not your bad paw." The tabby's gaze looked away from Ashcloud, not caring if she thought his advice was ignorant. He rarely offered help let alone advice to another cat, so she might as well take what she would get because he wasn't going to do it very often.
Pinestep grew quiet for a long while as he looked off into the dark forest, covered with a light blanket of snow. "Just trying to..help. You don't have to take my advice, I could care less either way." But if the tom hadn't cared, he wouldn't have offered his advice in the first place. Apparently, there was an ounce of care somewhere in the tom, for if it had been another cat, he would have just left them to their own devices out in the forest. Yet, here he was offering to help a queen that he had paid next to nothing to over the past couple of moons.
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Post by flyaway on Mar 19, 2013 21:44:02 GMT -5
[style=text-align:justify; margin-top:-8px; width: 250px; height: 337px; overflow:auto; float:left; margin-left:8px;][style=margin-top:-15px; padding-right:5px;] Her ears flicked back at the mere mention of the elder’s den. She’d spent time there, laid amongst the old and the failing. And while she had the utmost respect for them, for what they had been – she was not one of them. She’d felt their weakness, the fragile constraints of time, wrap around her. It had been suffocating. Even the thought made her shiver. She flicked her tail uncomfortably. She knew what she would do when Ternkit and Lightkit were grown – exactly what she had done every day since her narrow escape from the elder’s den. “Froststar saved my life. I will do the only thing I can do for the clan, I will raise the next generation of warriors.” And truly it was a happy life, in her eyes. She loved kittens, their youthful innocence. She loved each and every one of them dearly.
Yet when Pinestep began speaking, it was as if a strange passion awoke in him. Ashcloud couldn’t remember ever hearing so many words come from his lips – or with such fierce emotion. It took her by surprise, and she found herself left in silence. She rose, balancing perfectly on her three paws. One of the few things she had gained from her injury was near perfect balance. She looked at Pinestep carefully. “It has taken me nearly a full rotation of seasons to simply be able to move, to transport myself from the camp to here. And though it may not seem it, I am much faster than when I began,” She fell quiet, pausing for a moment. Her voice held no pessimism, no pain or hurt or other such self-pitying emotions. “I can hunt, albeit in a limited fashion. Though I have long since quite given up on the idea of running.” A slight yearning smile passed over her lips.
How many times had she dreamed of sprinting, of feeling a breeze through her fur? The ideas, what Pinestep was offering, it was tantalizing. She yearned for it, wanted to sink her claws into it. But it was also precarious. It was full of what-ifs. There were no guarantees, no plan, not even a likelihood that what he spoke of was possible. And yet, it niggled at her. It taunted her, lured her in. What if the possibility existed, only for her to turn her back? She swallowed. And just then, Pinestep began to retract the offer, to turn away. She saw her dreams melting away. She spoke quietly, leaning forward. “No! I mean, if you could help, I would be in your debt.”
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Post by Rendezvous on Mar 19, 2013 22:06:32 GMT -5
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Pinestep didn't believe that the queen should just retire herself to raising kits for the rest of her life, as if it was some kind of reward. Sure, the clan was always in need of new, courageous young warriors but why rely on what cat to be the nanny of every kit that was born into the clan? He held his tongue and simply listened to the she-cat, figuring that it was better he kept his rude comments to himself this time around.
Nevertheless, he wanted to help Ashcloud. It wouldn't benefit him in any way, but perhaps it would allow the grey she-cat to think better of herself. She wasn't a useless ball of fur, she simply had to learn to work with her disability, not against it. At her response, Pinestep nodded. "You owe me nothing. I volunteered to help you, let's leave it at that." His meow was sharp as he had lost himself in his thoughts.
The deputy currently was not mentoring an apprentice, so aside from his usual duties within the clan, he would have a few moments of free time throughout the day. "Whenever you can spare a moment from Ternkit and Lightkit, I will work with you. You will run again, I promise Ashcloud." Whether on four legs, or three legs, Pinestep would help this she-cat run, to feel the wind in her fur much like a young warrior.
"I don't offer help to cats often, so consider yourself lucky." He meowed, looking back towards the direction of camp. "You should go back to the nursery and rest, and I'm sure the kits miss their foster mother dearly and Ternkit will love that mouse you caught." Green eyes shifted to Ashcloud, as if wanting to ask something else but deciding against it. "If you want, I can walk with you on the way back." He offered, stepping towards the general direction of camp.
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Post by flyaway on Mar 20, 2013 13:06:41 GMT -5
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Her claws unsheathed, not with aggression but rather with anticipation. She kneaded the soft ground beneath her with her one good paw. Her ears flicked indecisively. It was tantalizing, made her mouth water, metaphorically of course. She looked away from Pinestep. She hadn’t resigned herself to life as a perma-queen. In truth she had embraced it. She’d wanted it. She’d never been truly cut out as a warrior. She didn’t have that natural aggression, that fire, the desire to sink her claws into another’s fur. She’d been happy to escape such a future. She would have been happy as a provider, a quiet mother.
She hadn’t sunken into the only option left. She’d been given all she desired. But it had come at a price. Everything came at a price. She heaved a sigh. A part of her didn’t really believe him, all the things he promised. She’d been told, gently of course, but irrevocably that she would never run again, never sustain herself. She flicked her ears back. She didn’t often get moments away from Ternkit and Lightkit. Honestly, she didn’t look for opportunities to slip away from them. Eventually, however, she simply dipped her head. She acknowledged Pinestep’s words, his caution.
She stood, hobbling towards her mouse. She bent, though hesitated before picking it up. She looked to Pinestep. “Don’t promise me anything, Pinestep.” Her tone wasn’t hostile, angry or withdrawn. Simply quiet, calm. “I’m content with my life.” With that she bent, picking the mouse up gingerly in her jaws. She held her head high, moving at Pinestep’s side. She moved slowly, of course, but with pride. She needed no assistance. Her paw was kept gingerly off the ground. She had learned precisely how to balance in order to move her back legs forward as her front leg hopped forward. She glanced sidelong at Pinestep, a light smile over her lips. Whatever this was, whatever he felt the need to give her, it was intriguing.
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Post by Rendezvous on Mar 20, 2013 19:22:43 GMT -5
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Pinestep was a bit bruised by the fact that Ashcloud didn't want him to make a promise towards her benefit. The tom twitched his tail in annoyance, he had never offered to make a promise to another creature before, and here she was indirectly declining his offer. He simply looked forward and began padding back towards camp. "I can only dream of being content with my life." Pinestep meowed quietly, thinking of the thoughts and nightmares that plagued him night after night, moon after moon, season after season.
A plain jane she-cat like Ashcloud would never be able to understand what the tom went through. He was aiming to be a good deputy, but there was a fork in the road and whichever path he took determined his future after Froststar left to join the ranks of Starclan. Sighing, the tom led on in silence his mind wheeling in an attempt to grasp at least some prediction of what was laying at the end of his journey. For some reason, conversing with the queen had upset the tom far beyond his own understanding.
Honestly, Pinestep thought of the queen as a beautiful she-cat, her injured paw was just a minor obstacle that could easily be overlooked. Perhaps the memory of his sister made him think all the more of the former Shadowclan warrior. Flicking an ear, striped legs continued to carry the broad shouldered tom towards the camp. His thoughts went to his twin brother, Cedarstorm, whom he had attempted to manipulate when they had been kits and apprentices with one another. My last of kin. He thought as he recalled the deaths of his mother and father a few moons ago.
Oddly enough Pinestep felt as if he could confide in the she-cat and trust that she wouldn't repeat their conversation to another she-cat. She didn't seem like a typical chatty queen, and if he was wrong, well that could easily be fixed, maybe. "Ashcloud, can I ask you a question?" The tom asked calmy, though his gaze was fixed on the path ahead. "What do you think of me as deputy?" Before the tom had been chosen as deputy by Froststar, the clan had gone a long period without having a second in command after the death of the previous leader.
Ambitious had driven Pinestep to fight for respect from all of the cats within Shadowclan. Ever since he had been an apprentice, he had possessed a burning ambitious passion for leadership, and here he was the deputy. He was one stepping stone closer to power. At first, he hadn't cared what other cats thought of him, seeing that he was a young warrior and holding such a grand title. Yet know he was curious as to whether he was actually a good deputy or not.
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Post by flyaway on Mar 20, 2013 22:14:38 GMT -5
[style=text-align:justify; margin-top:-8px; width: 250px; height: 337px; overflow:auto; float:left; margin-left:8px;][style=margin-top:-15px; padding-right:5px;] Exhaustion weighed heavily on Ashcloud’s shoulders. Her short hunt, and the time it had taken for her to recover from the pain, had utterly drained her. Her eyes were sagging, her body ached. Even the mouse in her jaws felt heavy. Yet she refused to allow herself to falter, to stumble and fall in Pinestep’s presence. Something about him niggled at her, got under her skin. His mere presence forced her to the brink. Under normal circumstances, she would have rested. She understood her own limitations. And she wasn’t ashamed of them. But in front of Pinestep, his muscled form and masculine scent surrounding her, she wanted to seem something more. Perhaps, as foolish as it was, she wanted to seem whole – unbroken, unblemished. She wasn’t unusually humble, but neither had she ever viewed herself as uniquely beautiful. She held no dissatisfaction with her physical appearance, but neither did she take great pride in it. She looked to him, the mouse in her lips preventing her from speaking. But her brows knit together, a question in her eyes. She couldn’t imagine what it was that could keep Pinestep up at night, what burrowed beneath him robbing him of contentment. After all, he was deputy. He had everything he had wanted, right?
Ashcloud found her mind wandering. She was unable to focus, to maintain concentration. Her eyelids sagged. She found she wanted nothing more than to collapse to the ground, curl up in sleep. But without Ternkit and Lightkit, without the assurance of their tiny warm bodies, she wouldn’t rest a moment. This she knew for certain. In some ways, those kittens were as much her life and love as they were Froststar’s. She wouldn’t claim they were everything. She had her sister, Willowbranch, her parents. But they were something different. They were something she could care for, protect and nurture. She had spent moons of her life being nurtured, cared for. And for a change, she could give something back. Pinestep’s words pulled her from her thoughts. She lifted her head, pausing in her movements. She dipped her head, dropping her catch lightly on the ground. She couldn’t very well mumble incoherently around the rodent. And honestly she was relieved with the chance to rest her aching body. She tilted her head at Pinestep, watching him carefully. Before she could answer, promise honesty and confidence, he was speaking again. She opened her lips, closing them again and pursing them together. Her ears flicked back. She looked away or a moment. “I think you are ambitious, that you want it more than the rest of us. I think you are powerful and strong, that you care for nothing more than you care for this clan.” She paused, there was hesitation in her voice. She drew herself up. “But I also fear you. You’re a slowly falling cedar. Whether you fall forwards or back, I cannot tell. And I fear what could be crushed beneath you.” She dipped her head quickly, snatching the mouse back up. And so as to avoid his eyes, his questions, perhaps his anger, she began to move once more.
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Post by Rendezvous on Mar 21, 2013 16:33:22 GMT -5
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Fear. The very emotion that took on the form of whatever plagued you day after day, night after night. It could appear as a darkness that would engulf you in its smoky grasp, or even as a twoleg reaching out with their naked paws in attempt to bring you into their strange, rock shelters. The she-cat feared him, but wasn't that he had wanted, to be feared by all? Hearing the words come from Ashcloud made him a little sad, which puzzled him.
Ashcloud had read him like an open book, as if his life was text in bold print. The tom had stopped in his tracks and rested his emerald gaze on the she-cat, although his body was relaxed. "You know your cats well." He meowed softly, glancing around the lightly beaten trail briefly before pulling his attention back to Ashcloud. "It is hard to keep a secret and continuously be plagued by nightmares. I cannot confide in any other cat, so I am bound in chains by my misery." His voice was almost pained as if his burden was almost too much for him to carry.
The queen had hit the nail on the head when she told him that he could go either forward, or back. Good or bad. Only the wind would know where this fallen leaf would flow. His ear flicked and he desperately wished he could just spill his past memories to another cat, but he knew that he could not. His brother, Cedarstorm, knew all about their time as kits, how Pinestep had murdered his weak sister, who wasn't going to live nevertheless. Had Pinestep acted out of passion? Perhaps he didn't want his sister to suffer, but seeing that murder was the worst possible crime that a clan cat could to do, maybe that was when he believed that he was truly the rotten apple in the entire bunch.
Pebblekit. He thought to himself, his tail drooping as he really thought about his actions from the past. He didn't even know himself anymore. Looking down at his paws he wondered if he really had that bloodlust that could tear apart clans and end the innocent lives of fellow clan cats. The deputy's heart and mind was in shambles.
What kind of life have I been leading? thought the tom as he tried to gain some leverage of his own identity. Was he good, bad or somewhere lost in between?
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Post by flyaway on Mar 21, 2013 19:51:51 GMT -5
[style=text-align:justify; margin-top:-8px; width: 250px; height: 337px; overflow:auto; float:left; margin-left:8px;][style=margin-top:-15px; padding-right:5px;] The sound of her paws, thumping against the ground, was rhythmic. It was distinct, almost comforting to her in a way. Thump - thump thump. One - two three. Her jaw tightened slightly around her kill, a reflex to her anxiety. She concentrated instead on the rhythm, on her breathing, on ignoring everything but the pound of her own steps. Because she knew, with a frightening sort of certainty, that she should have kept her mouth shut. She had learned, after so many moons, how to hold her tongue. Yet this knowledge had failed her, perhaps when she needed it most. And she could not take words back. She couldn’t hide them away, pretend that they had never left her trembling lips. They were out in the open, to be judged. Ashcloud kept her gaze straight ahead, a part of her dreading a glimpse of the look in Pinestep’s eyes. She knew, instinctively, that to offend him could be dangerous. She swallowed, yet her mouth was entirely dry. Even the mouth-watering scent of the mouse she carried seemed bitter on her tongue. When he spoke however, she could do nothing but freeze. There was no anger in his voice, no reprimand. She paused, bending her head once more to release the mouse from her jaws. In truth, this would become quite tiring to stop each time she wished to speak.
“I have much time on my hands,” She kept her head ducked, her voice quiet. She’d always been gentle, a little shy, by nature. And in truth, she’d had endless hours to simply lay and watch. And so she had. She’d watched every movement, every interaction. She’d learned what she could. She watched him, her eyes narrowing pensively. She moved slightly closer to him, his words set a dull ache in her heart. There was such misery there, such undeserved misery. “We’re all bound,” She gestured with her own crippled deformed limb, “You and I are the same, but while I sport my chains outwardly,” her tail flicked towards his forehead, a light cautious brush, “you hide yours elsewhere.” She didn’t mean to make little of his suffering. Rather she saw it as an act of solidarity. She didn’t pretend her paw didn’t cause her misery. And she suspected that whatever Pinestep kept locked in his mind was no less worthy of misery and despair. She tilted her head slightly. “You’re afraid to be seen.” She said it quietly, hesitantly, on a breath.
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Post by Rendezvous on Mar 21, 2013 20:33:33 GMT -5
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Letting out an exhale the tom realized that Ashcloud was right. Everyone had their own miseries, some physical and some mental. Ashcloud's own misery was free for everyone to see. She sported a mangled paw that prevented her from truly living the life of a normal clan cat. Though one shouldn't judge her for it was against her own will for what had happened to her. "I fear myself, what I can do." He spoke softly, though he was still hesistant on whether or not to open his heart up to this seemingly reliable clanmate. "I will tell you my secrets Ashcloud, I just hope that I will not regret doing so." At first Pinestep looked uncertain, should he really risk everything by telling the cat his crime? The feline could easily hobble back to camp and call him a traitor, a murderer. But he had his reasons, he could see that he didn't exactly have truly malevolent intentions when he had nipped his sister that day.
He scented the air for signs of other clan cats, when he settled on the fact that there were no other clan cats within earshot he settled onto his haunches, wrapping his tail around his paws. "I'm sure you remember my sister, Pebblekit. She had been very weak and fragile at birth, and every day I had to watch her suffer.." The tom began his gaze looking to the ground as he remember his grey furred sister. He remember nestling beside her at nights with his brother, Cedarstorm and hearing the raspy breaths of his sister, struggling even through slumber. "I've always thought that I was.. malevolent for what I had done, but when I started talking to you I wondered if it was a crime of passion..an effort to help.." The tip of the tom's tail flicked as he grew increasingly uneasy, but he was going to finish his story. He needed to get this weight off of his shoulders, even if he lost his place as deputy.
It just meant that much to him. "I decided that I didn't want to see her suffer anymore, so one day while trying to play with her...I played a little too rough..and..and she was gone." It was strange to see such a big, burly tom in such pain. A cat that was fierce had now appeared broken and battered in front of a simple queen. "I never told my mother, but Cedarstorm has always known. Yes, I've had my ambitions about becoming clan leader..and sometimes those thoughts came a little too far in my head.." Pinestep sank onto his belly and rested his head on his paws, not caring what Ashcloud thought of him.
"Over the last couple of moons, I've been plagued with the memories of Pebblekit, and darkness was trying to suffocate me..drown me.. I.." The tom closed his eyes briefly as he registered his thoughts for a couple of moments. "I do not want to be mad, and I didn't mean to hurt Pebblekit as I did, I though I was helping.. I've always thought that cats who are weak deserve to be put out of their misery.." Opening his eyes he raised his head and looked to Ashcloud. "But looking at you, Ashcloud, you are not weak. You may appear weak to others with your paw, but you are far from it. There's still a fire in you, and that fire is more radiant than even the sun." Pinestep settled his head back onto his paws. "You may run to Froststar and tell her of my past, I do not care."
It came to a surprise to even the tom that he had decided to confess all of his inner thoughts to a she-cat that he had never paid any attention to until the day he came and delivered fresh-kill to her in the nursery. He was guilty for what he had done, something that was may be seen as unusual for a kit. The tom had opened himself up to Ashcloud, and allowed her to take a peek of the good that had wedged itself between a rock and a hard place within his heart.
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Post by flyaway on Mar 22, 2013 12:49:08 GMT -5
[style=text-align:justify; margin-top:-8px; width: 250px; height: 337px; overflow:auto; float:left; margin-left:8px;][style=margin-top:-15px; padding-right:5px;] She hadn’t wanted to hear a word. As soon as it left his lips, the tantalizing thought of a secret, she felt the urge to back away. She wanted to cover her ears, turn and run. Because once something was heard, it couldn’t be un-known. It would forever sit, in the back of her mind, pulsing and growing. It would be her burden too. But she couldn’t move. She was paralyzed, her weak little mouse at her paws. And Pinestep was speaking, faster than she could interrupt, faster than she could distract him. She couldn’t escape. She was caught in a web of words. Yet all she wanted to do was screech, yowl, anything to keep from becoming the bearer of Pinestep’s secrets. How could she keep his secrets? In truth, she’d never had any deep malevolent secret to keep, none of her own. As she had so bluntly stated, her cross to bear was plain for all to see. She had no family betrayal, no shame to hold in private. So how could she possibly be trusted with another’s pain? She could barely handle her own. She knew not what to do, what to say. It was part of why she worked with kittens. They were innocent, and had no need for secrets.
She was paralyzed, every muscle stiff. She didn’t know where his sudden confession had come from. One moment he was gruff, distant, powerful. The next he had crumpled before her, as if they had some bond that only he apparently was aware of. And as he spoke, a single word trickled into her mind. Murderer. Yet even as she thought it, she knew it was unfair. He had been a kitten, as young and innocent as Ternkit or Lightkit. But then again, something about Pinestep made her think that a part of him had never known innocence. Her head pounded. She wanted to shake her head, dislodge the truths he was revealing. But she was powerless. She did not remember Pebblekit. As many forgot, as Pinestep seemed to, she was still quite young – not yet in her thirtieth moon. She had heard mention, perhaps on a carefree breath, but truly knew nothing of Pebblekit. She swallowed uncomfortably as his words trickled into silence. There it was, the truth lay bared before her. Pinestep was a murderer. Cedarstorm knew. And now Ashcloud did too. But what was she truly expected to do?
She opened and closed her jaws mutely, once, twice, thrice. Finally she shook her head, her voice low. “I can’t fathom why you have chosen to confide in me.” There was no judgment in her voice, only a sense of incredulity. Her ears flicked. She couldn’t quite look at Pinestep, afraid of what she could see there. “We are all sinners.” She said it quietly, though didn’t mention the fact that some sins were greater than others. Adultery, betrayal, murder – those were in the top. But that wasn’t what he needed to hear. Ashcloud sensed he’d had enough loathing, enough misery, enough hatred from himself to last a lifetime of punishment. She paused, “There is no reason to speak a word, the past is unchanging. What use is there for further grief?” She couldn’t bring herself to comfort him, to speak equal words of truth and honesty. She had nothing to say. She was mute, shocked into silence. Instead she stood, dipping her head towards her mouse. “We should return to camp.” Yet within her silence, for what it mattered, there was forgiveness. There was a haven to come to, should he wish to.
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