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Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 8, 2014 3:15:06 GMT
And so it goes. The world is a hash place. Sometimes, souls are born with that lesson. There are certain hearts that know this from the moment that they're born. Their first gulp of air, that first cry. They are born and will die knowing the harshness of this plane of existence. Some consider it a blessing, some a curse. Of course, they aren't the only ones. No, others learn later on. Through painful experience. The loss of a loved one. The pain of an empty belly or a cold winter. A betrayal, an injury, a lie. There are plenty of ways which souls learn the harshness of this world, and each is unique. Sometimes it takes a few instances for the fact to really sink in. And those cases, the ones who ease back into hope and happiness, assuming that tragedy wouldn't befall them again, are some of the saddest.
Tragedy always strikes again.
Pain and sorrow may rest, but that is it. They only rest. They will always wake, and when they do so they will hunger. Everyone must learn that eventually, from the smallest mouse to the oldest horse. humans, dogs, reptiles and frogs. And yes, even cats. No, perhaps especially cats. Nine lives is a long time. Plenty of years for love, as well as loss. But the protagonist in our story hasn't experienced that many years. No, two and a half is all that she's had in this life. Two years, two tragedies.
The death of her mother and younger siblings was the first. The earth had roared like thunder, Trees falling as swiftly as rain as the soil- once so hard and stable- had turned to dust and swallowed her family whole. She was just a child then, and had barely known what was happening or why. Of course, not that if she'd been any older she could have been wiser to the situation. No cat knew what had happened that night. Some said it was the wrath of the gods, and others laughed at the gesture. Some had thought the world to be ending, and yet it still stood strong more than two years afterwards. Autumn, well she still didn't know what happened that night. Only that she, her surviving sisters, and her other mother had fled. They had fled, and their mother had told them to never look back. Autumn couldn't help but spare a final glance to her ruined home that night, but the sight of gore and fallen loved ones had made her wish that she hadn't.
The second was recent. No, it was more than recent. Barely Six sunrises had passed since the tom who had once been her mate had lashed out, carving a deep groove into her pelt that she was certain would be there until the end of her days. The hatred in his eyes- once green but so suddenly black, had stricken an irreparable fear into the cat's heart. The fact that the tom who while she had never loved, had cared for deeply as a friend had done such a thing had completely changed her outlook on the world. She no longer knew who she could trust and who she couldn't. Not that there was anybody out here to even consider trusting. Since she had fled their home those six sunrises ago, she hadn't seen a single other cat. Not one whisker, though she had heard their yowls. And even if she did want to see another cat- whether she would admit that desire to herself or not.. Autumn wouldn't have begun to know where to look. For she had not the slightest of clues where she was.
Raised in a far away forest and then on the road, Autumn had never been to the mountains before. And that was a large part of the second. In the middle of towering mountains, surrounded by dangerous animals, sheer cliffs, and likely hostile cats, Autumn was completely and utterly lost. And to top it all off, the calico was pregnant. Injured, lost, pregnant, and afraid. Afraid for her life, and afraid for the lives of her unborn kits. Being in a place that you didn't know was dangerous enough- something that she'd learned while traveling with her family. But being wounded and pregnant as well.. It was near suicide.
She was trying her hardest to keep going, but it was difficult. She never knew what was going to happen the next moment. The she-cat walked each day from dawn until dusk, just hoping that she was getting somewhere. Her paws were rubbed raw and filled with grit, and her usually silky calico fur was matted and filled with burrs, mud, and blood when it came to her face. She hadn't had a chance to groom since she'd run, and Autumn could smell the dried blood that had caked itself onto her muzzle and cheeks, going so far as to drip down her neck and into her chest fur. The slash across her face was deep, and it hurt. It had stopped bleeding, but the scab that was slowly forming itched and occasionally tore itself open again.
All in all, Autumn was a complete and utter mess.
The she-cat's belly and limbs ached, and she knew that she would have to stop soon. It wasn't healthy for her to be walking as much as she did being this far along. But one must do what one must do to survive. Shade- her former mate- had had friends in this territory. She didn't know whether Shade was still following her, and she didn't know whether any of his friends would be watching either. Autumn hoped not, but feared it was true. And so, she had to keep going. No matter what.
Still, all cats had to rest sometime. And as the sun began to sink behind the mountains, Autumn knew that now was that time. She had to find somewhere to sleep for the night, as well as see if she could scrounge up a meal for herself. She'd had no luck with that in the past few days- likely because she reeked of mud, blood, and stars only know what else, but she still had to try. As if in agreement her stomach grumbled loudly, and Autumn flicked her ears flat to her head in response.
'No.. Not yet.' She sighed mentally as she picked her way through the forest. She'd just finished trekking through a heavily wooded area, and the trees were beginning to thin now. Autumn knew that there was more of a chance to be spotted in clearer areas, but she hoped that other cats (or... whatever terrifying creatures may inhabit these mountains..) were thinking the same and steering just as clear as her instincts told her to. If she was lucky, she could find a hidden den beneath a bush, or an old rabbit's den to spend the night in. She hated sleeping in closed spaces with all of her heart (this was another thing that drove her from the depths of the forest- her dislike for crowded and dark places), but she knew that they would be safer. And in the distance, the calico could even see the shimmer of water. A lake.
Picking up the pace, Autumn trotted along for the last stretch of forest. Each step caused a painful jolt in her belly, but it was quicker this way. Hopefully her kits would be alright. The thought that this might be hurting them- that all of the stress, hunger, and pain she'd been under lately might be causing them harm, was devastating to her. She just... She just hoped that she was far enough along that it wouldn't make too much of a difference. She hoped, at least.
But as she neared the shining water, worry began to build in her heart even stronger than before. An overwhelming wave of anxiety and fear washed over her, fierce as a storm as it threatened to overwhelm her. The reality of the situation dawned on the loner, stopping her in her tracks. She... she couldn't do this, no. Normally Autumn was level headed and intelligent, but as everything crashed down around her emotion clouded her heart, tossing her mind out to sea. She was alone. Well and truly alone.
Her family was miles from here, not even aware of what was going on. They were probably having her last meal of the day, and she could bet that Spring's mate was over. Summer was probably telling some joke, and Butterfly would have snapped and told them to get on with their meal, earning a laugh out of her daughters. Autumn's sister. Autumn's mother. And she was out here, alone, bloody, lost and afraid. She shouldn't be here. Shivers began to take over the she-cat, which soon turned to convulsions. Before she knew it Autumn was crouching, ears flat to her head and mouth parted as she wretched out silent cries. Her vision hazed over, and the calico dug her claws into the earth and snapped her eyes shut.
She couldn't do this. She couldn't raise a family, let alone on her own. Her cries began to grow vocal as the fear constricted her, weaving itself around her lungs like snakes. It choked her, making it hard for her to even breathe let alone sob. But she couldn't help it. Shivering violently and struggling for breath, Autumn could hardly struggle to contain her sobs. She knew that this would likely attract either cats or predators, and that set her off even further. She was completely helpless. Autumn couldn't defend herself in this state, but she was incapable of doing anything to stop it as she pressed her head to the earth. What had she been thinking? She should have never told Shade anything in the first place. In the back of her mind she knew that that wasn't true, but irrationality was taking over. Staying with him in silence would have been much, much better than this.
Anything would have been better than this.
Characters: Autumn Theme: SpectrumWords: 1690 OOC: N/A |
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Post by Kibbles on Sept 8, 2014 13:48:23 GMT
 RookshadowThe she-cat walked along the hill, ears pricked and eye open. She was wary about being up here, as she heard that there was a cat who was out killing others for the fun of it. All she wanted to do was take a walk, but now she was terrified of meeting this murderer. What would happen if he found her? Would he leave her be? Would he attack?
She had heard he was the son of an old clan cat, but who? Which clan? Was he not taught the warrior code? Did he not care? So many questions ran through her older mind and none she could figure out the answer to. She just hoped he would have a change of heart. Perhaps he just had to find someone who could change it, as she could probably guess it would be hard changing it now.
Her thoughts came to a close as she heard sobbing. Oh no. Was someone hurt? She should leave. She shook her head at that thought. Rookshadow was a noble, proud warrior. She had never been one to leave someone hurt, unless she had to, of course. She had been one of the last ones out of Dawnclan before it fell to the force of the Dark Forest, and the traitors in the clans. So she moved towards the sound.
What she saw surprised her. Her fluffy cream fur fluffed out in shock as she saw a she-cat, younger than herself, and pregnant. What was a queen doing all alone out here? Especially so close to kitting. She then noticed the long, scabbing wound across her face. She hesitated and decided it was best to keep her distance, so she wouldn't startle her.
"Excuse me, are you alright? My name is Rookshadow, can I help you in any way?" she asked gently. Her voice was smooth, gentle, and clam. The old Rookshadow was here for now. The one who cared for those around her and wanted to help in any way possible. There was no telling when she would leave, though, and a break down would occur. So for now, she was thankful that she was her old self.
((Crap post! I'm sorry!))
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 8, 2014 15:56:33 GMT
And so it goes. With the world crashing down around her, Autumn found herself completely oblivious to the outside world. She's never been so overwhelmed in her life, and that in itself struck even more fear into her. She felt as though she was at the center of a tsunami and every breath, every single movement threatened to wring her breath from her body and toss her out to sea. Her pawpads stung, the wound on her face burned, and her belly contorted as her kits reacted to her emotional turmoil. Autumn felt hot, cold, and everything in between as she buried her face in her paws, letting out another wail. There was no way of healing a cat besides naturally allowing the wounds to close, but she had heard all sorts of stories on her travels of cats dying due to infected wounds. If she managed to even survive until her kitting, she might even die soon afterwards due to infected wounds! Paranoia grappled at her heart, wrapping its icy tendrils around her like a snare. And oh, was she trapped.
At first, she didn't notice the sound of approaching pawsteps. Even the sound of her own pained breaths masked the soft sound of approach. The blood roared in her ears and with eyes closed in such a tightness that they may as well have been sealed, there was no way that she would have noticed an approaching she-cat before she noticed her. No.. there was no way that she could have noticed much of anything in her state. But it was by chance that Autumn cracked open her eyes. She had to try to survey the area at least. The she-cat wouldn't doubt that her sobbing had drawn every predator and enemy in the forest right here. Foolish, foolish, foolish. She.. she should have stayed in the deeper forest. Even if she was uncomfortable there, at least it wouldn't be so open.
Her newly bloodshot golden eyes could barely stay half open, for each time they would spill over with tears (something that until today, she hadn't experienced since the kithood death of her mother Jamie), but the calico she-cat forced herself to look around even so. And it was a good thing, too, for when she caught sight of a cream form perhaps a treelength away she nearly jumped out of her skin. The eyes which had previously been searching now widened in a mixture of terror and regret, and if her fur could stand even further it would have. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but she didn't need clear eyes to know a cat when she saw one. Her worst fears had been confirmed it seemed.
Just a short ways away, there she stood. It was clearly a she-cat by scent, cream and white in color. Were she in a better state of mind, Autumn might have likened the color to her mother's. And for a moment even now she did. Had her Jamie finally come? To take her to the stars, or to lead her back to her family? There was that irrationality again. Were she able to feel correctly she wouldn't have thought such an absurd thing. But in her state, for a split second she had. At least, before seeing the long scarring over the right half of her pace. Horror now mixed with the other emotions in her eyes at the sight, as it seemed like this stranger's face had just been ripped away. What had happened to her? Was this cat violent? So many questions, but none of which Autumn planned on asking. Perhaps if she'd been in her right mind, yes. But now? No.
Instead she leapt back, tail between her legs and ears flat as she pulled out what could have been a growl from between now clenched teeth. "W-W-Who are you? What do you want?" She growled. It took her a moment to realize that this she-cat had already spoken, and likely introduced herself. She hadn't caught the words, but she could recall seeing the moving of her mouth now. So instead of waiting for this stranger to answer, Autumn continued relentlessly. "Please.. just keep away from me!" She cried out, voice hoarse and cracking. That was, until a horrifying realization came over her.
What if this was one of Shade's friends? The large tom had never introduced her to any of his friends, and they could be anywhere. What if this was one of them? The stranger appeared scarred, and she wouldn't doubt that she'd been into a few scuffles. Autumn wasn't one who judged others- usually at least. The entire ordeal with Shade had left her confused about many things when it came to other cats. Who to trust. How to judge cats. She just had no clue any more. "A-Are you one of Shade's friends?" She had intended to growl the words, but in the end Autumn's words came out as more of a hoarse whisper. They portrayed her fear, and Autumn suddenly felt very small.
Characters: Autumn Theme: Holding on to youWords: 861 OOC: You're fine haha, it was good! |
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Post by Kibbles on Sept 8, 2014 21:28:30 GMT
RookshadowShe was shocked out the outburst and it made her fur stand on end and flinch back as well. Even so, as the words formed in her mind, she realized that the other she-cat was far worse off than she was. She just lowered herself so that she was laying down, to not look any more threatening than she was.
She noted that the she-cat had looked at her face and had reacted terribly. It made her heart tighten, but she tried to ignore it. No one had reacted like that in such a long time, she wasn't used to it anymore. She opened her mouth to answer, but the she-cat screamed out repeatedly. Rookshadow didn't move, though. She wouldn't leave a queen out here to die. She wouldn't do it, even if she didn't know this she-cat.
She then perked at the name. Shade... did she know a Shade? She didn't as far as she could recall. She shook her head at that. "No, miss. I don't know any Shade. I'm Rookshadow and all I want to do is help you. Please, I'm a mother as well, although my kits are grown. Will you allow me to help? For you and your unborn kits' sake?" she asked, ears perking.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 8, 2014 22:01:04 GMT
And so it goes. What had she been expecting? For this stranger to attack, for them to flee, or perhaps to admit to being an associate of her ex-mate's? Whatever Autumn had been expecting, it certainly hadn't been for the cream she-cat to lie down. The calico's tail managed a twitch of confusion before she halted it. Golden eyes focusing now, she could get a better view of the scarred she-cat through the gloom. The sun had set by now, only a few final streaks of purple across the sky portraying what had once been its presence. The cream and white feline seemed... well, she didn't seem violent. Before Autumn had known it, she had begun to calm. Her fur still stood on end and her ears lay flat, but she was no longer crying out. Seeing the peaceful gesture of the other cat had done something to sedate her, almost.
She shouldn't trust this stranger, the back of her mind said. Predators do this sort of thing, don't they? They feign peacefulness in order to get a good strike in. But another part told her that that wasn't true. There was something in the stranger's eyes.. Well no, eye. After the recent turmoil with her mate, Autumn didn't know what she should believe any more. But when the cream stranger spoke, she found her ears swiveling forward to listen.
So she didn't know Shade. That... that was good. Autumn could tell by the feline's questioning expression that it was true, she had no idea who Autumn was talking about. And for that, Autumn was thankful. She had no idea whether her former mate was still following her or not, and still no clue whether he'd sent his friends looking too. But either way, this cat.. Rookshadow was her name. That was a rather odd name. She'd never heard anything quite like that. Rook's Shadow...? Shadows were dark, and this cat was anything but. But either way, this ROokshadow.. she didn't seem to be hostile. Autumn's paranoia began to ebb, and though it still stuck with her strongly, she no longer felt quite as overwhelmed.
Rookshadow wanted to help her. And she was a mother herself. That sent an odd pain through Autumn's heart, making her miss her own mothers once more. One was with the Stars now though, and the other lived in the farmlands without a clue of what was going on here. No doubt if she had known, she would have been out here in an instant (and likely fighting Shade until someone had to pull her off of him). But they... they weren't here. A patterened tail flicked, curling over the pregnant she-cat's belly protectively. Her kits... They were still moving, but not quite as much as they had been a few moments ago. Even though she wasn't quite as paranoid as before, Autumn still knew that she couldn't do this on her own. Especially not now, and in her state. And a non hostile cat- especially a queen with experience... Would be very helpful.
Slowly, Autumn began to rise. Her fur still stood on end and her ears flat, and a mixture of distrust, nervousness, and fading panic remained in her eyes. She looked to Rookshadow, to the ground, and then back up at the queen before giving a small nod. "I... Alright, then." she meowed, nodding once more. "I... I would appreciate that, yes." Her voice wavered, laced with nervousness and still hoarse from her crying. On top of her painful facial wound, torn pads, tired legs, and aching belly, she now had a sore throat as well. Wonderful. But.. at least she was beginning to calm down. Autumn wasn't sure what had come over her, but it seemed to be ebbing now.
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Post by Kibbles on Sept 9, 2014 21:29:03 GMT
RookshadowShe smiled and purred, getting up slowly so she wouldn't startle her. "Come here, lets get that wound cleaned up before we do anything else. I wont ask what happened, as it seems like you've been through enough, dear," she mewed, walking over. Autumn reminded her of someone. She was fearful and terrified. Who did she remind her of?
Then a black and white she-cat popped into her head. No. Not in her head. She saw her in front of her. Instead of a calico cat with golden eyes, she saw a black and white one with green eyes. Innocent green eyes, staring back up at her. Stomach swollen with unborn kits. Tears still in the eyes. She flinched away for a moment, but as she blinked the form of Fernheart was gone and the calico she-cat was back.
She sat beside her. "Whats your name?" she asked, licking the wound. She cleared the dried blood, leaves, and dirt as gently as she could.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 9, 2014 23:19:39 GMT
And so it goes. Even with her anxiety beginning to ebb, Autumn was still hesitant. She watched the cream stranger ahead of her begin to rise slowly, and Autumn didn't move as she did so. Her eyes watched Rookshadow warily, like a hare checking the skies for danger before venturing into a field. She still had to be careful.. even if this she-cat seemed not to be hostile. Autumn pulled herself up a bit more, straightening her back though not fully ridding it of the rigidness. Her claws pricked at the grass below her paws, sheathing and unsheathing just barely enough to touch the foliage. A nervous habit.
Rookshadow's voice was kind though as she slowly approached Autumn, and the calico was rather thankful that she chose not to ask what had happened. Autumn wasn't even sure how to explain and have it sound coherent right now. She'd met a tom, had kits with him even though she didn't love him, he'd attacked her and she'd ran away and had a panic attack. She could have said something like that, but as exhaustion began to overwhelm her she simply nodded with a glint of gratefulness in her golden eyes.
The paler she-cat paused for a moment then, her oen eye seeming distant. Autumn recognized the look- the feeling of being in another time and place. She'd often seen it on her mother's face. She had never asked why, but had simply understood. Seeing it in a cat whom she'd never met before was something new though. What had this she-cat seen, what was she remembering? As she wondered this to herself, Autumn realized that she was almost fully calm now. Still a bit jittery, still a bit nervous and cautious, but at least she could think clearly now and was back in her right state of mind.
As quickly as the look had appeared on Rookshadow's though face it was gone, and the cream loner had taken a seat beside her. Autumn chose not to ask, and to give her the same respect that she herself had been given. But she had to admit that she felt the rasp of a tongue over her injury. Rookshadow was.. cleaning the cut across her face. For a moment Autumn grew rigid again- a product of the surprise- but she soon relaxed (as much as she could at the time, at least) and took her own seat as well. Her fluffy tail wrapped around her belly once more, perhaps out of protectiveness or maybe just for her own comfort.
"... My name is Autumn." the calico meowed after she'd grown still. Autumn like the season, Jamie had once told her. Her sisters were named after seasons as well, and Jamie had always told them that they acted the parts (usually with an amused smile). Spring, the cheery and sweet one, small but bright. Summer, the fierce and intense yet brave and joking. And she, Autumn. Quiet, thoughtful.
The feeling of her fur being cleaned was soothing after having it matted for so long, but Autumn couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. If she'd had the capacity to at the time she probably would have been embarassed as well. Her coat was a complete mess, and Autumn didn't even want to think what this stranger's first impression of her must be. A messy, bloody, crying queen. Not what she would have chosen, but there was nothing to do about it now. After a moment though, Autumn became aware of her sudden silence. Her exhaustion combined with her thoughts had kept her silent for a good few moments now. It was probably rude of her. She.. should try to say something. ".. Where is this place? I know in the mountains but... I'm.. Well, not from around here." she meowed softly, blinking at the dark forest that surrounded them. If she was to ever get out of this place (or maybe.. to live here? She still didn't know yet. It all depended on when her kits would be born), she would need to learn.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Sept 10, 2014 4:44:48 GMT
Voices.
Eyes opened and ears shot up as voices quietly whispered their way along the wind to the cat of whom said ears and eyes were attached too.
Said cat slowly stood up, aching muscles screaming from moons of no use. His back made a popping sound as he stretched and yawned. It wasn't a loud sound, though it could defiantly be heard. It was more like the light paw steps of cats treading over dried leaves in leaf fall. As the cat grew nearer and nearer to the voices, each paw step grew heavier and heavier. His ears slowly drooped, and he couldn't figure out why. His heart kept telling him to turn around, but he wouldn't. One of the voices, it carried a sound he hadn't heard in moons. One that brought him back to his apprentice days. One that brought back painful memories, and memories of comfort.
His paw steps stopped as the cats came into view. The cream colored fur made a small sting of ice run down his spine. It couldn't be. He waited and then caught a glimpse of the damaged eye. He knew. It was. His heart sank further into the pit it was slowly crawling out of.
Why did she have to survive, why does she have to live in this hell?
His paws quickly shuffled as he turned to leave.
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Post by Kibbles on Sept 10, 2014 17:04:36 GMT
RookshadowShe purred at the she-cat. "That's a beautiful name, Autumn. This place is called Aurora Hill. Its near some territories where many cats live, if you-," he voice was caught off as the sound of paw steps could be heard. She turned around quickly, teeth baring.
She hesitated at what she saw. No. Who she saw. Her eye was staring at a familiar black and white tom. At the blue eyes. He didn't look as strong as he had been. He looked like he had been worn down. Like he was carrying the bodies of one hundred dead cats on his back and he refused to bury them. He looked more than exhausted. More than unhealthy. What had happened to her friend?
"Wait...!" she called, getting up and stepping towards him. Her one golden eye had tears in it. She hadn't cried in a few moons now. She didn't want to now, but she moved for him. "Boltfang....," she said again. For a second, she forgot Autumn was even there.
"Boltfang, please come over. This is Autumn. She's carrying unborn kits and she's alone... Please come join us," she said. She then looked over at Autumn. "He's a good friend. He was mates with my niece before she passed. You can trust him," she mewed, resting her tail on the she-cat's shoulder.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 10, 2014 18:40:53 GMT
And so it goes. Autumn dipped her head in thanks, something almost like a small smile twitching at the corners of her maw. Almost, but not quite. "Thank you." she meowed, an ear twitching. Thank you. For both the compliment, and for being... kind to me. Autumn had thought the words, but decided against speaking them. She hoped that despite her silence though, Rookshadow would understand. This was.. what she needed right now. She needed to be clean, she needed to know where she was, and she needed someone here who she could trust. And while she still wasn't quite sure about the entire trusting thing, the queen was growing more sure of it by the moment. Rookshadow was not a bad cat.
"Aurora hill.." Autumn murmured thoughtfully. That sounded like a beautiful name for a place. Casting her gaze through the darkness, Autumn wondered what this place would look like once morning had come. She had only entered this valley this evening. Before, she'd been trekking around other areas of the mountains. She had no idea how long they went on for, or if they ever stopped. How much of this place was "Aurora hill"? And those territories, where other cats lived.. An odd mixture of apprehension and hope stirred in her heart. It reminded her of her youth. "Do these cats live alone, or do they live in groups?" she asked tentatively. Most of the cats that she'd met on her travels lived alone, but she'd heard rumors of large bands of cats. Still, she'd never seen one. Not since her youth, when she lived beneath Jay and Ladybug's wing and their pack of felines.
Suddenly Rookshadow stopped, and Autumn felt the cream fur beside her begin to bristle. Leaping to her paws (and ignoring their protest), Autumn unsheathed her claws as she realized what had startled Rookshadow. Pawsteps. Whipping her head around, Autumn searched for the source. She might be pregnant, but she could still fight. She hoped.
Soon her eyes found their target, a black and white form a ways away in the woods. By the size, she could see that it was a cat. And by the scent, a tom. A low growl began to form in Autumn's throat, and golden eyes narrowed as she took up a fighting stance. But looking to her side, it seemed as though Rookshadow had stopped bristling. Confusion took Autumn over as the cream cat called out to the black and white. Did she... know him? Wait, was this some kind of ambush? Eyes wide, Autumn stepped back. And to think that she'd almost begun to trust this stranger...! She.. she would have to be more careful in the future. Her paranoid side must have been right.
Before she could run however, Rookshadow rested her tail on her shoulder. Apparently the tom's name was Boltfang. Autumn looked between the two, suspicious nervousness in her eyes as her tail flicked back and fourth uneasily. This cat was.. a good friend of Rookshadow's? Family by mateship it seemed. Autumn hesitated, still unsure whether this was some sort of trick or not. But.. Rookshadow had been kind to her thusfar. Autumn forced her fur to lie flat, and after a moment she nodded, retaking her seat. Once more she wrapped her tail around her belly, this time most definitely a protective gesture. She still had to keep her guard up. Even if these kits were Shade's... they were still hers too, and she wouldn't let any harm come to them. And if that meant being suspicious of every cat that she met, then so be it.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Sept 11, 2014 8:41:53 GMT
Boltfang's paw's froze when the cat spoke his name. His tail twitched in annoyance at his paws. They stopped moving. He looked at the ground before finally sitting down. His pelt was ragged, almost like it was just draped over his body. His eyes didn't have the fire that once burned fiercely in his soul. They were cold, almost eerily so. Boltfang turned around and looked her in her one eye. A life time of memories were flowing through his thoughts.
Rookshadow stared at the two and narrowed her eyes accusingly, like a mother waiting for her kits to admit something they did wrong, especially Granitestripe. She than looked over at Boltfang. "I know you two are lying to me. I can see it in Granitestripe's eyes. Whatever it is, I wont push it," she stated, flicking her tail back and forth.
Boltfang hesitated a moment before he spoke.
"Rookshadow..."
Boltfang tried to keep his voice from choking as he spoke. It had been such a long time since he had seen her, and now he was standing in front of his oldest friend, looking like he was half way to Starclan.
A head popped over the hole. A creamy one-eyed she-cat stared down at the blue eyed tom with her golden eye. She smiled as she realized who it was. "Oh! Hello, Boltfang! Have a nice fall?"
Boltfang blinked and tried to speak again.
"... I fell...."
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Post by Kibbles on Sept 11, 2014 11:41:33 GMT
RookshadowShe glanced at Autumn, a sad look. She didn't bother hiding it as she thought of an answer to her question. "Many of us live alone now. We used to live in groups, but something happened," she meowed. She flicked her ears as soon as Boltfang spoke again.She turned and looked at him.
What he said next made her breath catch in her throat. The way he spoke. She hadn't seen him so down since.... The image of a large gray and white tom with blood red eyes flashed in her mind. She pushed it away quickly, not wanting to think about the evil tom. She purred comfortingly at what he said next. "We all did, Boltfang," she mewed.
"BOLTFANG," she yowled as she saw the outside of Birchclan's old camp. She slipped through, nearly bumping into the tom.
Her eyes were wide. "Badgerkit ran away. We found an owl with his fur in its talons. And than your scent on it. Is my kit here? Did you save him and bring him back with you? You wouldn't let my baby die out there, would you?" she asked, her eyes wide with worry.
"Come here, please. Come meet Autumn," she mewed, trying to usher him over after the memory passed through her mind. Boltfang had fallen before. Not to this low of a level, but he had fallen. And he rose back up. If he did it once, he could do it again.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 13, 2014 22:53:15 GMT
And so it goes. Autumn, still wary of the new tom, stat close to Rookshadow. Though she had tried to flatten it, her fur refused to fall all the way. A survival instinct, be it part of her paranoia or not. She was beginning to feel that Rookshadow wasn't dangerous, but this cat.. This ragged stranger, she couldn't be so sure of. He didn't even seem to pay any attention to her, all of his focus on Rookshadow. Yes, it was clear that they knew one another. But Autumn was nowhere near knowing Rookshadow well enough to know what kind of company she kept- be this stranger the mate of her niece or not.
She looked up once more as Rookshadow spoke- this time talking of the cats that lived in this area. Against her will, a flutter lifted her heart. They.. used to live in groups. The cats here didn't any longer, but they had at one point. Something about that made this dark forest seem just a little less lonely. To know that even out here... there were- or had- still been groups that functioned like her kithood home. Eyes softening slightly, Autumn nodded. She said nothing however, and soon refixed her investigative and defensive gaze on the black and white tom that still stood a ways away. She.. would have time to reminisce later. And now certainly wasn't that time.
Rookshadow seemed to be trying to get the tom to come over now, and Autumn tensed. She said nothing though, simply waiting to see what would happen. The male- Boltfang was his name? Even more odd than Rookshadow's. Lightning doesn't have fangs. Didn't seem incredible hostile, but she had to be on her guard even so. She didn't aid Rookshadow in calling him over, simply sitting in silence.
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