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Post by Thunderstruck on Jul 14, 2014 8:40:32 GMT
Walking. All his life consisted of now was walking. Couldn't stay at camp, cats had shown up there, and soon it would be over run with rouges searching for there next meal. The sun was low in the sky, the tom had been walking for most, if not all of the night. His legs grew weary, his lungs were pulsing and his heart was thumping. Exercise wasn't what this cat had spent the last 12 moons doing. No. He had spent most of the last 12 moons rarely leaving his camp. He walked out the entrance, sometimes he walked across to the edge of the territory, but that was rare. His body finally got to tired to move and he brought himself to a slow halt under the shade of a fallen tree. He cast his glance back towards his trail. Pawsteps were left in the dirt, but they weren't very noticeable unless you were right next to them. His eyes watched them for a moment as the wind began to slowly pickup and blow loose dirt across them, leaving nothing left but a trail where the wind had brushed along the ground.
A reminder.... Just because it can't be seen... doesn't mean it's not there...
The sun began to rise slowly, light shining down on the ground through the tree tops. Birds began to sing, but not as beautiful as it once was... no. The songs were quieter.... As if a desperate attempt at being heard, only to be silenced by the loneliness of no response. Nothing could be changed about the sad fate that befallen the clans, it didn't just affect them... it affected everyone. The balance of the world was thrown off and it couldn't recover. Then it finally hit him. Nothing.... Nothing..... Nothing.....
Nothing...
A loud scream echoed through the area. One of pain.... sorrow.... One of pure agony. This cat had once held the belief that loneliness wasn't real. That no one could ever succumb to the feeling that you truly were alone in the world. That no matter how hopeless things might seem, there was always a light that could shine through the darkness that haunted the dark corners of his twisted mind. But now.... The light was gone. The fire that once burned in his soul... his eyes... Was nothing left but embers and hot coals.... Being snuffed out by the bitter cold that the dark hid. The feeling of pure agony raced up his spine like an icy chill. The cool air brushed against his fur, reminding him of his failures.... and the warm pelt that a family could offer was gone. he had nothing.... he had no one.... He was alone... Finally he uttered the first full phrase in a long time. "I'm alone..." And that was that. His eyes looked up and everything went black. ... ... ... Wake up....
Wake up!....
WAKE UP!
Eyes shot open... The sun was gone. Clouds filled the sky now, the bright morning sun was doused by the now thundering skies. Rain began to drip... slowly, one drop. then a few... then.... Lightning exploded in the sky, lighting up the forest behind it. Winds began to pick up again, This time with a massive force. Pushing past the tom's curled up body, and.... Yuck...
Mud in the fur.... The tom stood up, almost falling over at the speed of his ascent. Quickly he regained his footing, and he moved, quickly. He hopped up onto the fallen tree and ran along it, hoping to stay under the cover of some branches that were leaned up against the tree.... But the tree seemed old and finally. -Snap- A loud crack was heard and the bark gave way. The tom crashed into a knothole in the tree. For what it was... it was roomy. A nice place to pass out from pain.... But that didn't seem like it was going to happen. Fortunately he wasn't seriously hurt. After a quick look over, he had some tree bark sticking to his fur, a thorn in his hind paw and a small cut above his eyes. "Great...... Blood.... Pain...." The tom's eyes looked around the hole and them back up. His head was just shy of the hole he fell through, but the branches that covered the hole blocked out the rain, and provided a nice hidden entrance. "Home...." Boltfang had found his new home. |
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Jul 14, 2014 20:35:44 GMT
When you get to the end of your rope, Tie a knot and hang on.
She'd seen the clouds this this morning, and had known that it would be raining. Birchtail had worried over her going out with the promise of rain, but she'd shrugged him off. Yes, she was pregnant, but she could still hunt. Besides, she was only just barely showing now. A little hunt wouldn't hurt her one bit. She still wasn't used to being worried over so much. It was a nice change, but it could be rather annoying at times. She knew that he only meant well however.
Things finally seemed to be... almost settling in. And she, of course, planned on doing her part in making them settle. She, Birchtail, and Ravenmist all lived together beneath the pebble pool now. They hunted, and while they didn't keep a true fresh-kill pile sometimes there was enough there to look like one. They'd even fashioned a den among the massive roots that dipped down into the cavern. Things almost seemed to be calming down. She had her mate, her daughter, and kits on the way. No matter what harshness the stars had brought down on them through the war, and no matter how horribly broken each and every cat was in their own way, it gave her hope. Hope that maybe.. just maybe... things could be alright again some day.
But now it seemed that going out hadn't been the best idea. Stormclouds had rolled in, and by the time the rain had begun to fall Starlingfur had been on the opposite side of the territory. She'd gathered her prey- a crow and a mouse which she could barely fit in her mouth at once- and ran. This would certainly be enough to feed them all. Well, if she managed to get back in time. But New-Leaf showers always seemed to be the harshest, and the storm quickly deepened in shade. Rain came down in pellets, burning at her skin and soaking the queen in seconds. She continued running, but seemed to be making little progress. She hadn't wanted to hunt on the opposite side of the territory, but despite the season prey was scarce. Most of it had been scared off by the war, no doubt. So they had to hunt where they could. Inwardly the she-cat sighed, wishing that she had just decided to stay home.
Eventually Starlingfur realized that no, she would not be able to get home in this weather. Her vision blurred by rain and her skin stinging, the she-cat searched around for a place to hole up until the storm lightened up. One of the many pleasent things about Dawnclan's former territory was that the massive trees often provided plenty of nooks to hide in. Scanning the area, she quickly noticed a fallen tree. It was large, as were most in this forest, and there seemed to be what used to be a squirrel hole in the side. Perfect.
As quickly as she could, Starlingfur moved over to the hole and climbed in. Yes, this was much better. Rain still splattered her a bit, but there seemed to be branches above it which blocked most of the rain. This would be perfect. Sighing in relief, Starlingfur dropped her prey and gave her pelt a shake. Her tabby fur, blackened by the rain, clung to her closely and chilled her to the bone. Hopefully it would dry out some in here... Dropping her prey, Starlingfur took a seat. And for the first time, she actually looked around the place where she'd taken shelter.
The scent of prey combined with rain must have blocked out her senses. Otherwise, she would have easily scented another cat. Especially one whose scent, even after all of these moons, she knew like the back of her paw. As she had turned, the queen had found that she wasn't alone. No, far from it. Beside her in the den, was a black and white tom. He was dusted with mud and blood, his pelt littered with scars, but she would recognize that tom anywhere. Golden eyes met blue, and Starlingfur felt all breath leave her body. But eventually, she managed to speak.
"...Boltfang?" 709 words | Starlingfur | Time: Noon |
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Post by Thunderstruck on Jul 15, 2014 4:18:58 GMT
Boltfang's head turned for a moment. When another cat entered his new den, he wanted to move and defend his new home, but his body didn't want to move. His muscles remained relaxed. The scent was one that brought up feelings of emotion, love..... the hot sting of battle. Then the calming sense of peace washed over him. His eyes opened as he gazed at the cat, adjusting herself to her new shelter. When her head turned, the pretty eyes of a warrior that Boltfang recognized. One who showed him a path to life before, and one who made his pelt feel at ease. His mind raced with floods of visions, some with no reason, some with confusion. A room with a twoleg was the first thing to enter his mind, it was a cool morning in green-leaf, right before the Leaf-fall air changed the colors to the crimson red that Boltfang thought resembled fire streaks in the dusk sky. This she cat was with him, as they left the twoleg den.
This she cat was there when he was made a warrior in Duskclan. But from then on his memories faded into a muddled wave of grief as the images of dead kits and angry attacks, bloody murders and a nice bow of fate wrapped it up nice and tight. Boltfang's mind had opened a door to a life he once knew, and thought was lost to time. His past was not entirely recovered, Blocks in his history still showed up in a black cloud of unknowing. But he could remember enough to attempt a reply.
Probably not what she was expecting.
"Go..... Away......"
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Jul 16, 2014 1:55:27 GMT
When you get to the end of your rope, Tie a knot and hang on.
The silence that stretched between the two seemed nearly endless. It was broken by nothing but the shattering thunder and the splattering rain. For a moment, Starlingfur wondered if he even recognized her. Thinking back on it it would have been odd if he hadn't. But the queen barely had time to wonder before the black and white tom finally spoke.
"Go..... Away......"
Starlingfur would have been lying if she said that she hadn't been surprised. But it did make sense. Shelter and safe places were scarce these days. She and her family had been extremely lucky to find the place that they had. With how hostile cats were these days, she was lucky that Boltfang hadn't just attacked her on the spot. Many cats would have done just that. You had to protect yourself in every way you could these days, even if it meant striking without provocation.
Besides, it wasn't as though she and Boltfang didnt have a history. No, they had quite the long one. Long days training in the hot sun, long nights resting under the stars. Kidnappings, deaths, breaches of trust. And love. Yes, though Starlingfur was a forgetful cat, she would never forget Boltfang. Nor the times that they had shared. It felt... odd seeing him again after so long. Especially in such a circumstance. But the facts of the situation remained. She couldn't just go back out in this weather, it was too dangerous.
"Please Boltfang, I can't go out with the storm like this." she meowed, tired eyes hopeful with a hint of pleading. Her limbs ached from the mud and running, and her pelt still felt like ice clinging to her despite having shaken it off. "Just until the storm lets up slightly... And then I'll leave." She meowed again. She knew.. that Boltfang likely didn't have the most positive feelings towards her after all that had happened, but they had once been friends, no matter what had happened afterwards. She hadn't thought about him in some time. Things had been.. busy. If she were truthful she would admit that she had tried pushing plenty of memories out of her mind. Dwelling on the past had only caused pain. Looking to the future had eased it. But even so, once they had been very close. And upon seeing him again, she was.. happy that he was alive, in an odd way. And she hoped that even after all that had happened.. he would feel the same.
"Please...?" she asked once more.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Jul 16, 2014 8:15:19 GMT
Boltfang's ear's twitched in irritation. His irritation wasn't that she wanted to stay. No, Boltfang wasn't incapable of compassion. It was raining out, and it would probably be getting a lot worse before it stopped. More than likely a death sentence if left to wander it alone.
No.
She said please.
Boltfang's irritation was that she appealed to his sense of humanity. It was almost disgusting enough to be called sweet. Or perhaps she was asking out of desperation, Because she feared he would throw her out. Which would either result in a fight, which Boltfang was to tired to be bothered with, Or she would actually leave. The second option he entertained for a bit longer than he probably should have, but he deemed it stupid. Regardless of what his past self felt, it must be pretty deep rooted, because his new self felt it too, and it sucked. He also decided with his new found brain power, that talking like he was dying was going to kill him a lot faster than trying to talk like a normal cat.
Fortunately his speech was understandable, Clear even. But the inflections were slightly off. Often sounding like he was trying to grasp for the last part of the word.
"Fine, Stay. Get Comfortable even. You wouldn't leave if I said no, and you know I'm to tired to fight about it. Don't see why you bothered asking."
Boltfang sighed and rolled his head over to return to the wall he was focused on a moment earlier.
His mind was now irritated at what he said, He meant what he said, but what he said meant something else. In some part of his mind, He was glad to see her, and didn't want to see her leave. Even if he didn't say it, quite like that.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 19, 2015 2:17:18 GMT
When you get to the end of your rope, Tie a knot and hang on.
Boltfang's response had been barbed at best, but it wasn't as if that was unexpected after his first words. Although most things about this situation were strange and unexpected. How long had it been since Starlingfur had last seen Boltfang...? Moons. Seasons, even. And he looked... different, now. Even at a first glance. She would have time to think about all that while she waited for the rain to let up however. First thing was first... Breathing a slight sigh of relief, Starlingfur shifted into a more comfortable position. Well, as comfortable as a soaking pregnant she-cat lugging two pieces of prey could get. Pushing up against one wall of the hole and pulling her dropped prey closer, she laid down and tucked her paws beneath her. It wouldn't do much for the wetness or mud seeping into her skin, but at least Starlingfur's paws wouldn't be aching quite as badly.
After situating herself Starlingfur turned her attention to Boltfang. The black and white tom beside her seemed to be looking pointedly away, staring at a wall of the makeshift den. Or... staring into space. Starlingfur couldn't quite decipher which. She'd been told that she'd often looked off into space in such ways. Eyes empty, as if seeing something that nobody else could.
Thrushpelt had had the look.
She was reminded bitterly of her son in the last few seasons of his life. He'd been broken and burned out, a husk of his former self. Having gone through too much too young, his heart and body had both been destroyed. His fur had grown matted and no matter how he tried, he could never... never go back to the way he'd once been. Starlingfur had loved him fiercely and protected him with everything that she'd had. They all had. But in the end, his dull green eyes had looked no different in life than in death.
It was... Well, Starlingfur didn't quite know what to think of that. Copper eyes dragged over the black and white tom's form. He was ragged and thin, coat matted with blood and mud. When the last time he'd groomed had been she couldn't tell. Scars breached the fur as visibly as his ribs, pink and jarring. Some old and dark, some fresh and still red. Some no doubt just forming. What had happened to Boltfang? Starlingfur... Hadn't exactly kept tabs on the tom after cutting off communications with him in Duskclan.
That cool Leaf-Bare morning all those moons ago rose to her mind as she saw him now. Boltfang had been smaller then. Younger. Less scarred, less worn. The snow had just begun to fall when she'd come to the exiled tom's place in Birchclan's former camp. Her mate had left her alone with six kits. Her mate had broken her heart and walked away. Her mate had murdereded two cats. Boltfang had been just as thin then, yet.... things had been different. That Leaf-Bare morning all those seasons ago, she had ended her relationship with Boltfang. Her former apprentice, her first friend in Duskclan, and the cat nearest and dearest to her heart. Time had passed, she'd moved on. He had as well, if what little she'd heard were any evidence. But the parallels drawn by their meeting here were not lost on her. Everything was the same, and everything was different.
Blood seeping from below the black and white tom pulled Starlingfur from her thoughts. His lack of grooming had given her the impression that what wounds he had were at the very least days old, but it seemed that she was wrong. Fresh and red, the metallic liquid seeped into the wood beneath them and melded with the heavy scent of rain. "You're bleeding." she meowed almost without thinking, voice quiet.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 19, 2015 2:35:48 GMT
And you're loneThe stench of blood rose into Boltfangs lungs, Bringing him back to his current thoughts. perhaps the Blood loss was making him dizzy, but time seemed to be slipping away from him. But that stench clung to his nose ever so painfully, His mind cleared enough to hear Starlingfur mention the blood puddle that was slowly forming at the base of his paws. He picked up his right paw and looked it over, while he didn't have any splinters it was covered in tree sap and had a few cuts on it, some deep, some not so bad, But they hurt none the less. Maybe the tree sap had dulled the pain, but that didn't make any sense, if anything it annoyed him even more. But he had to focus, His thoughts were still slightly foggy and it made focusing difficult. He placed his paw down and looked at his other one, covered in sap, but not very cut up, minor scratches.
That's... a plus.... I think...
Boltfang turned to face Starlingfur, his eyes were slightly more clear than they were earlier, He looked her up and down, She was soaked from head to tail, and looked like she was worn out. Boltfang glanced back to himself and then sighed, His paw was starting to ache more and more as time went on. The sound of the rain crashing on top of the logs sang a hollow sounding song that blended in with the wind howling above, in an almost eerie setting, Bolt's mind eased as the song played, it was comforting to him, and at the same time, he felt a growing sense of emptiness. Starlingfur's comment, he should say something, but what?
"I fell...."
You can do better than that! Like what? Thanks, I make it myself! That's Stupid, You're stupid. And you're lonely..
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I know...
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 19, 2015 2:51:30 GMT
When you get to the end of your rope, Tie a knot and hang on.
Starlingfur waited patiently for Boltfang's reply. It wasn't as if she had anywhere to be. Outside the rain poured on. When he finally spoke, the tom's words were sluggish and slow. As if separated from both his thoughts and the outside world. Starlingfur knew the feeling. And she'd seen it in her son. Trauma or a simple inborn disposition could take a cat away from the world. In her youth, she'd walked through the world as if in a dream. Everything seemed foreign, everything seemed slow. Far away. It hadn't made her a particularly kind or friendly cat, but the years had changed her. She may never have been or would be the sweetest or most outgoing in the forest. That was simple fact. But having kits, friends, and a caring mate... Going through life and the death of the world around her had made Starlingfur into a different cat. As previously mentioned, Starlingfur could be patient. Even if she and Boltfang hadn't been on the most perfect of terms... Only a cruel cat would leave one wounded what had once been so close.
"Here, I'm no medicine cat, but allow me to get a closer look.. There may be something that I can do to help." she meowed, rising slightly to her paws and moving closer to the tom. She kept her movements slow and cautious. She still had no idea whether Boltfang would be truly friendly or not, and knew next to nothing of his mental state. Cats in these times were hard and dangerous. They laid traps. They killed with reckless abandon over scraps of prey or bits of territory. Although she'd known Boltfang once, that had been seasons ago. Starlingfur had to be careful. She wasn't just watching out for herself any more after all. She had to think for her unborn kits as well. For Birchtail. For Ravenmist. Her always expressive copper eyes were hesitant yet calming as she placed a paw near his, gauging his reaction.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 19, 2015 3:01:38 GMT
She's coming closer....
Boltfang's eyes were fixed on Starlingfur', They had an aggressive cast to them, but it was more that of a Kit who was too scared to know what to think right now. And He was, But that's because he wasn't the only one thinking. His mind was talking back to him, and it usually, didn't like what he was doing. No matter how he felt though, his body relaxed, even if his eyes had a hostile cast, they were still weary, as was he. Boltfang's eyes drifted to her paw.
Smash it! NO! Why, She makes you fee like crawling out of your skin!, She's a monster! She's going to hurt you again! You mean she's going to hurt YOU again.
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besides, it's not like you have a choice anyway, we either accept her help, or we die. And I'm NOT going to die because YOU have some self depraved pity party going on in your head!
That would be YOUR head. Do you have any idea how crazy you sound right now?
I thought I was suppose to be alone.
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Hello?
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Hello...?
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Boltfang picked up his paw and placed it closer to Starlingfur's, moving with a slow caution, His eyes looked up to meet hers.
"please..."
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 19, 2015 3:25:04 GMT
When you get to the end of your rope, Tie a knot and hang on.
Eyes blue as ice burned into her own copper. There was heat in them. Flight or fight, a mixture of anger and fear. Something horrible had to have happened. Starlingfur didn't know what, but whatever fate had befallen Boltfang... It hadn't been kind. But who had fate been kind to in these times? The liars and the cheats, the murderers and the traitors? No good cat that she'd known. Although things were beginning to look up, Starclan if Starlingfur didn't know how hard times had been on everyone. But as Boltfang moved his paw towards hers, Starlingfur opted to ignore the icy look that had been in his eyes previous in favor of this gesture. She'd never been the most observant cat- and so when she was, she knew how to make it seem otherwise.
His voice cracked, and Starlingfur's eyes flickered as she took his paw closest gingerly in her own. He sounded weak and tired. And for a moment, all too much like the young apprentice she'd once rescued from a twoleg den in the warmth of Green-Leaf. Starlingfur tried not to think of days passed as she looked over the tom's wounds.
Some were deeper than others, filled with debris and sap. 'Did he not clean out his own wounds?' she wondered, looking the injuries over. The smaller scratches would heal with time, but the deeper ones would need cleaned out and then closed with something. That wasn't medicine cat knowledge, just common sense. Looking around the squirrel hole, Starlingfur searched for something to use. Hm.... In a slow glance-over Starlingfur noted cobwebs lining the uppermost corners of the makeshift den, and treesap sinking down the back-most wall. Those would do... She hoped. Looking over his other paw, she noted injuries mostly similar.
"Alright, well... From what I can tell at least there isn't any infection... As I said however, I'm no medicine cat. You'll need to get your cuts cleaned out. Either with your mouth or the puddles outside." she meowed, looking out the hole in the fallen tree as she spoke. Rain poured, growing only harder by the minute. She was lucky that she'd found this place when she had. Perhaps Boltfang was lucky of it as well, if he'd had such a poor time of caring for his own wounds as she'd expected. "Then you'll need to seal them up with cobwebs and sap." And then rest. Although Starlingfur didn't add the last part verbally. Few cats had time to rest in this world anymore- that went without saying. But with any luck this storm would hold out long enough for him to gather his bearings and at least allow his wounds to heal.
Hah, luck. Luck for him, perhaps. Luck for Starlingfur would be for this storm to stop as quickly as possible, so that she might get her prey back to her mate and daughter. Birchtail would no doubt be having a fit over her missing presence, and Starlingfur felt a pang of guilt. But now that she'd found Boltfang here, wounded and muddied.. Well, Starlingfur wasn't exactly in as much of a rush as she'd previously been. Call it maternal instinct from the hormones.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 19, 2015 3:49:42 GMT
Boltfang looked outside as Starlingfur spoke, The Rain was picking up, This was going to be one hell of a storm, And Boltfang Looked towards the sky through the hole in the log as the clouds grew darker.
Starclan has cursed me. They want me to suffer..... They want-You're here again.
I never left.
You're odd. Why do you have all this hate for her.
At one time I believe I cared for her.
You Believe?
I remember nothing more than you.
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Boltfang stood up and limped outside into the rain, the water crashed down onto his back as he stood under the downpour, The mud that clung to his fur was torn off by the rain and the blood eventually ran with it. Boltfang didn't do much moving though, only picking up his paws slightly so the water would run underneath them, cleaning the cuts and gashes.
You're going to kill us
I'm the only one who seems to care, so for the love of Starclan, will you go away and let me fix my life!
Heh...
What!?
Starclan...
What about them?
They left you a long time ago.
Boltfang turned and limped inside, sitting down and looking himself over, His paws were clean now, but he began to lick them, just to be sure. As he did, blood slowly seeped out, So when he finished, and the taste of Blood clung firmly to his tongue he pressed his right paw into a small puddle of tree sap in the corner of the log, pulling his paw out and then wrapping it in cobwebs, he walked over to Starlingfur ever so slowly and came to a lumbering halt not to far away, gazing at her again.
He opened his mouth slightly like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out, He wasn't sure what to do next, These times were hard, And Starlingfur.... She didn't make things easier.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 19, 2015 4:14:37 GMT
When you get to the end of your rope, Tie a knot and hang on.
Starlingfur watched as Boltfang made his way out of the tree, moving to stand in the rain without a word. It poured over him, pelting his coat audiably. Starlingfur twitched an ear- that had to hurt.
Another memory. A New-Leaf storm tearing apart Dawnclan's fields. The sky had been clouded and dark, smelling of flowers and rain and life. Another time when she'd been caught out in the elements. The rain had been sharp on her pelt, but a good kind of sharp. The kind that made you feel alive. Instead of damning it had felt freeing. Starlingfur had run through the fields, filled with such an energy and joy that she hadn't known in seasons. The rain had clung just as closely to her pelt then as it did now- although she had been less round then. But she'd run and run until her legs nearly gave out, thunder and wind setting the song for her dance. After a time she'd taken shelter in the hollow roots of a massive tree near the lowest corner of the territory.
She'd expected to wait out the storm. Hunt on the way back, as she'd intended to do when she'd first set out. But something had stopped her. No, someone. As she waited in those hollowed roots for the rain to subside, she found herself in the company of another. Birchtail had come, soaking wet and green eyes bright with worry. The storm had lasted longer than she'd thought. Trees had fallen and he'd gotten worried. Starlingfur had been known to take trips from camp to walk alone, but rarely from dawn till dusk. Especially in this weather. Birchtail.. He had looked for her. That night he confessed his love. It was rushed and caught between fear and relief, but she could tell by his eyes that he meant every word.
Soaked and taking shelter in yet another hollowed tree, Starlingfur couldn't help but think what simpler times those had been. Life had been getting better. Cicadasong was beginning a family of her own. Thrushpelt's kits had just become apprentices. Her friends and family had been doing well. Starlingfur had been settling into life as a senior warrior and had seemed to have finally found a love that could last. Dawnclan was doing well. And now where were they? Sighing, she began to groom herself before the mud dried into her pelt. There was no point in musing over lost time, especially when a cat from times even previous was standing just outside. It was funny how for a cat with such bad memory, the strangest ones seemed to come back to her at the oddest times.
She'd been cleaning her stomach when Boltfang padded back into the den. Pulling her head away from her belly she wrapped a tail over it instinctively. He was dripping wet- something that Starlingfur didn't exactly enjoy what with how much water had already gotten into the den, but she said nothing as he moved to bandage his paws. At least he was taking care of himself now. Starlingfur watched him carefully, still not letting her guard down fully no matter how appreciatave she was of being allowed to stay there. Old habits die hard.
When he finished Boltfang returned to stand in front of her. The tom opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came. Starlingfur's eyes flicked inquisitively for a moment as she waited, but still no words came. "............ Are your paws feeling better?" she finally asked.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 19, 2015 22:44:31 GMT
Hear that? She wants to know if your paws are feeling better.
I can understand her, I speak too you know.
"They feel... fine, now..."
Smart reply, a few more of those and you might sound like an apprentice with some brains.
Boltfang hissed under his breath, what could he say to that? Nothing, he was arguing with himself. His eyes looked away from Starlingfur, out to the pouring rain. His right ear twitched slightly as the temperature dropped. Life had become such a pain for him. Lately he had spent more time arguing with himself instead of actually surviving, and this wasn't going to help him, and he knew it wasn't, thankfully though, his body was on some form of conscious autopilot, this, however, proved to be.... well kind of an issue, Boltfang would often get lost in what he was thinking, and when he finally did come back to his sense, he was usually stuck in some situation that left him more confused as to how he got there in the first place, than worried. Why is this an issue? Well, Because Bolt had wandered into the rain again, luckily he caught himself halfway out the opening and stopped, he looked around for a moment and then turned around and walked back in, sitting down again, to look at Starlingfur.
"How long do you think this storm will go on?"
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 19, 2015 23:24:08 GMT
When you get to the end of your rope, Tie a knot and hang on.
The tabby she-cat nodded thoughtfully as Boltfang answered. His speech seemed choppy and strange to her, but she made no comment. "Thats good. So long as you rest... They shouldn't get any worse, at least." she meowed. Not exactly the most optimistic reply, but a realistic one at least. With neither of them having healer training, there wasn't much else that could be done. Where had all the medicine cats gone, Starlingfur wondered? That had been.. a concern of hers for some time. Especially her status considering. If the clans were to ever be reformed and a former medicine cat couldn't be found, would healing be a skill lost to time and bloodshed? Or would cats attempt to learn everything from scratch? It was... a dangerous idea. And that was only if it would even be possible for the clans to reform. Cats had gone savage, and it was so difficult to get into contact with others... Starlingfur sighed, shaking her head before remembering that she wasn't alone.
There she'd gone, getting lost in her own thoughts again. Clan formation was neither here nor there. What was here and now was she, Boltfang, and this storm. From outside, the low rumble of thunder sounded throughout the forest.
Starlingfur turned back to Boltfang, who seemed to be standing halfway out of the log. The she-cat quirked a brow at him, though made no comment. As long as he kept those wet paws away from her fur, he could stand in the rain as long as he liked. Things certainly had changed... Was this really the Boltfang she'd once known? He seemed so.. well, for lack of a better term, like how she'd once been. The tom seemed to come to his senses a moment later though as he padded back into the hole.
When he questioned her, Starlingfur tilted her head in thought. Looking out the den's entrance, she tried to gauge just how long the storm would last. ".......... Hmmmmmmmm.." she mused. It had only just started a short while ago, but had strengthened so quickly. This could either mean a short and intense storm, or one long and brutal. Starlingfur wished that she could tell the weather with her ears like some of the old Duskclan elders had been able to right about now. "I'm not sure." she meowed after a long silence. "I suppose we'll just have to wait it out and see."
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 20, 2015 1:08:14 GMT
Boltfang sighed and laid down, thinking to himself as he always did.
We're stuck here, for what is going to be the longest moment of your life.
"It' won't be that bad, we'll just talk, catch up, till the storm lets up enough for... us to go on"
Boltfang paused and looked at Starlingfur. His eyes appeared to be looking through her, almost like he was staring into their past, searching for memories to grasp onto.
"So... It's... Good to know you're alive..."
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