Rendezvous
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Post by Rendezvous on Mar 22, 2013 13:15:32 GMT -5
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Why her of all cats? Your guess is as good as mine. The tom thought as he listened to what the she-cat had to say, though he was avoiding meeting her gaze the entire time. He felt like a hypocrite. Pinestep was always preaching that a cat should never show weakness, yet here he was trying to share his burden with another cat. It wasn't fair, but was anything in life fair? "I am a murderer, I can live with that knowledge." The tom meowed as he rose into a sitting position, completely returning to his quiet, closed off self. It was insanity for him to break down like that in front of a cat, let alone this particular she-cat.
Truthfully, the tom wore a mask through each day of the camp, a mask that hid that deep down he cared for others. Yet the face that he wore was painted with a powerful aura, but there was pain there too, a wound that could never be healed. "I apologize." He meowed quietly as he completely regained his self, although he was still trying to swallow the fact that he had actually confessed to another cat. Could he trust Ashcloud? Or what she be the messenger of his exile?
Getting to his paws he began to pad towards camp with another word. Even though he felt as though the weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, there was still something nagging him. Everyday the tom fought with himself, the good within him was fighting tooth and claw against the bad within him. His mind was a battlefield, and there was no telling who would win the war in the end. As Ashcloud had said, he is a slowly falling cedar. He could sway away from his clan, or completely crush them underfoot. However, was there a chance that he could sustain himself and stand over his clan, forever watching over them?
Hearing his stomach rumble, the tom realized that he hadn't eaten all day. Missing out on sleep and food wasn't exactly what he had planned for the day. "Thanks." He meowed back to Ashcloud as the camp within view. "It is better to stay out of the past and focus on the present." The tom commented, deciding not to worry about his future, yet. He would live day by day, and do whatever was necessary to protect his clanmates whenever possible. Pinestep padded towards Ashcloud and meowed gently in a tone that he'd never bothered to use with any other cat. "There's no need to fear me, Ashcloud. I would never hurt you." Dipping his head slightly the tom turned and continued on his way to camp.
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flyaway
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Post by flyaway on Mar 23, 2013 15:38:13 GMT -5
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The camp loomed in front of them, familiar low hanging boughs of pines seemed to caress Ashcloud’s back. She nearly sank with relief. The finish line was in sight. She made a bee-line for the fresh-kill pile. She no longer cared whether everyone was there to see. She could rest, without a soul knowing where the tiny mouse came from. All she needed was rest, rest and a chance to recuperate. Her mouse was truly a meager addition to what already existed. There were squirrels, birds, other fatter rodents, even a few frogs. Her mouse was small, young, not particularly plump – but neither was it skin and bones. It would make a nice meal, perhaps, or a quick snack. But it was something. She lowered her jaws, allowing the mouse to roll onto the pile. She heaved a sigh, turning to find Pinestep. His last words were still ringing in her ears, a teasing whisper begging for a reply. But by the time she turned, turned to find him, he was gone. He had vanished, to do whatever duties were required of him. And Ashcloud was left alone to hobble her way back to the Nursery. Though Pinestep’s confession, his strange words and his scent, still clung to her fur.
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