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Post by Stormeh on Aug 27, 2008 15:42:29 GMT -5
ECLIPSEDMOON'S MOOD SUDDENLY TURNED SOUR. Why did Loststar have to leave her and Crowflight alone together?! What was his problem?!
She hissed under her breath, far too quietly for any cat to hear her.
Stupid raging emotions.
Why did she have to love him one moment and hate being with him the next?
All the same, she wasn't about to go ahead and violate Loststar's orders. She sighed and nodded. "We'll get on it, Loststar," she replied with a nod. Without waiting for another response, she turned and vanished into the brush that was behind them, not waiting for a reply.
The dark tabby she-cat, once out of earshot from all of the other cats, slowed down the slightest bit. With a sigh, she let her paws hit the ground with quiet thuds as she thought. Her heart was hammering in her chest; it felt as though it would break her ribs at any given moment.
She couldn't stand him; she loved him. She didn't want him anywhere close to her; she couldn't stand for him to be far away.
With a growl, she let her head droop lower to the ground as she wondered if her mother and father ever had these types of problems, then jumped slightly. Back up, back up! she thought with a slight snarl. Why are you comparing Eveningrain and Inkpool to yourself and Crowflight?! Neither of these groups are anything alike!
But she couldn't shake the feeling that, perhaps, they were.
The tom's beautiful pelt shades and hues kept creeping into her mind, even though she couldn't see him...which may have been why she didn't notice the beast until it was upon her.
Eclipsedmoon's head hit the ground with a sickening thump, and she was dizzy as she struggled to her paws. There it was: a huge badger, right in front of her eyes.
The creature's black-and-white pelt was matted and tangled and it looked uglier than any creature that she had ever seen, even uglier than the foxes that she had seen from a distance.
With a hiss, she whipped around and moved behind it, but it was too quick and slashed a paw down her side. The TealClan warrior yowled in pain.
Oh, StarClan! she cried in her mind. Crowflight's lovely figure was still in her mind. She couldn't get it out, and she wished more than ever that he was there with her. Please, Crowflight...please...help me...
As she tried to outwit it, she found that the badger was much smarter than she would have ever fathomed, and much faster, too. She had heard in nursery tales that they were always lumbering creatures, but this gaunt, thin one was definitely a force to be reckoned with...and it was making itself clear on that fact.
With a last long breath, the she-cat hurled herself at the badger, hoping for the best. She gave it a good cuff with all of her claws unsheathed and she heard the creature moan in pain before she leapt off of it and back onto the ground. She wasn't far from the shore of the lake; perhaps she could get away by swimming...but it would be better to just frighten it off, wouldn't it?
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Post by __ S K Y E on Sept 16, 2008 17:51:54 GMT -5
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there are haunters of the silence...
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... ghosts that hold the heart and brain. [/center][/i][/color]
✫☆ -- He couldn't help but stare in disbelief at his leader, jaw completly slack. Was Loststar insane? What the hell was his problem?!
His eyes widened briefly, a mere blur of motion in the growing sunlight, before diluting back to normal size, as nothing had really happened at all. Inside, where his confusing, blazing emotions were raging between right and wrong, true and false, he had the evergrowing urge to jump out of his carefully carved shell of feelings and scream at his leader with an incredibly surprising, imprecatory string of vocabulary that was otherwise forign to him. Crowflight, instead of losing his supposed calm, bit his lip and his mouth quivered, dark pools of aqua flashing angrily, as his thoughts threatened to break out, ready to throw out a row of inexplicable curses at someone, anyone, before he turned his cerulean optics downwards, mouth set into a firm - though grim - line.
With his scintillating cobalt orbs casted aside, away from her or Loststar for fear that he would yell at either of them - StarClan forbid, the young deputy twitched his ears swiftly, whiskers twitching in an inexplicable motion that implied that he had heard those indirect orders and nodding faintly when he was addressed. " Of cour - ", he replied after a few seconds, lifting his glittering lids towards the older cat, just when the she-cat he was to accompany on the rest of the patrol spoke - for him, maybe? Wait! Who did she think she was?! - and a light touch of pink adorned his cheeks, whiskers twitching uncomfortably, though whether it was from his anger or confusion - his insides still kneaded at the memory of Eclipsedmoon, the one who made his paws tingle whenever she looked at him and certainly the only she-cat who had ever made him feel woozy when she padded past him, her wonderful - sweet - scent wafting towards him - he wasn't too sure.
Large white clouds were scattered across the sky, slowly drifting away towards the horizon. They obscured the rays that the sun cast down upon the land, and dark shadows stained the earth under the bellies of the large masses of vapour. It was cool in the shade; a relief from being under the harsh glare of the sun. With a sigh, he began to tread through the ever-growing foliage, though his movements were somewhat laggard, and held back a sharp gasp, biting his lip to prevent that sharp intake of breath that would've otherwise escaped him, when he watched Eclipsedmoon. As she unknowingly dazzled him, he completly ignored the fact that they were walking farther and farther away from their destination - or at least, far enough that they would easily get lost, the caluclative part of his mind would scold him - into a fairly desolate, a bit eastern part of the TealClan's territory. Herbs and other plants that didn't root themselves in the lush undergrowth of the forest grew between the rocks, the hardy pieces of vegetation sucking in all the moisture they could gather with their long fiberous fingers that spread under the earth.
His normally pedantic icebergs of indigo soon melted into deeper, softer pools of cyanotic cerulean, much like that of a never-ending sea. Crowflight, normally so distinctive and sharp that he rarely missed the details but so often mistook minuscule, tinier ideas - the important ones- for something completly off scale, stared at her in part awe, part confusion. His brow furrowed quizzically as he watched her, unsure of what to make of the pretty femme. The sunlight bounced across her frame, making the never-ending atramentous sea that so often blanketed her entire frame glitter like diamonds under it's brilliance. It made the deputy dizzy just thinking about it, never mind looking at it, but yet it was so intriguing - so breath-takingly beautiful - that he couldn't not look at it. It was almost like an addiction, a drug if you will, staring at her, but it was almost, not quite.
Which is why, when he started to look away from her - finally being able to tear those perse sappharine orbs from her slim figure - he realized his mistake, but it was too late. The young tom went tumbling forth, his paws having tripped on something, and onto the dirt -- and if hadn't stopped, using all his might to unsheathe his claws and grip the ground, with a skidding halt, he might've bumped into that dazzling she-cat, who - by the way - he had forgotten the name of. Again.
Bouncing to his paws as if nothing happened, Crowflight wiped the grim smile off his face with a sheepish - quite boyish, cute even - embarrassed and yet somehow proud still one smile before he suddenly remembered who he was with, at which he promptly lowered his gaze with a quiet grumble - somewhat like a little boy who's been scolded for stealing a cookie from the cookie jar before dinner - as those tantinizing eyes of his turned a chapfallen cobalt. Then suddenly, after realizing his double mistake, he set his mouth into a serious line, jaw tight, and promptly glared - or maybe he had went back into that habit of staring again... - at her with death-defying ultramarine pools, almost as if it was her fault he seemed to be so utterly, irrivocably and impossibly taken with her..
Wait. What did he just think? That he was taken with her?! That he was in love with her? Impossible!
Shaking his head, the tom briskly trotted forward in a few more graceful strides so that he was close enough to her that he could - if he stretched - brush his tail against her flank, but far enough so that her intoxicating scent would drown him in it's wonderful, sweet depths. The sky was full of sunlight, and although the sun was already positioned at a high altitude in the heavens, the blazing star still continued to climb further. As the day lengthened, the seconds stretching into minutes and then into hours, the earth below was soon enveloped in the sun's golden glow, and the shadows were held back, staying small and feeble compared to the shining rest of the world. Their walk was impossibly silent with no words passing between the conflicting couple pair of cats and basking in the comfortable silence, the tension in the young deputy's shoulders soon eased with every knew step, finally relaxed although he was - having been forced to - walking alongside the cat who made him crazy, insane even. He indulged in the warmth of the day, enjoying the good weather while it lasted. It wouldn't be long until the temperature would become almost unbearably cold, rather than in leaf-fall, when it was comfortable.
The leaf-fall sun, soft and pale, sent its rays beating upon the earth. Sweet and melted like candy, the dusty ground seemed to be tasteful chocolate, chewy and indescribably and yet soft to the touch. The breathless air shimmered on the horizon, heat waves bending and refracting the light that made seeing clearly possible, so that - in his eyes - instead of one blissfully beautiful cat padding angrily before him, there was another by her side, - a mirror image of the younger femme, with her breathtaking luminescent pelt and fragile fame - . a cat that he wouldn't be able to remember even if he had tried.
And believe him, he had tried. Tried so much to forget her, to move on.
He ignored the cumulus clouds that lofted above him, their innocence and purity hovering so brightly that they basically radiated before his disbelieving pools. A small yellow butterfly hovered over a tiny flower that had grown hiding in the shade, and landed softly upon the dainty petals. The insect's small straw-like tongue slid from it's mouth, diving deep into the center of the flower, greedily drinking in the sweet nectar. Once satisfied, it flapped it's wings and took flight once more, gliding easily away from the emptied plant. Eyes the brilliant, clear image of Eclipsedmoon and the faded, paler star-struck image of..
Oceansong. Crowflight suddenly had the urge to cry.
So that was why, as she - Eclipsedmoon, that is - continued to walk away from him and leave him submersed in his own thoughts, the young deputy tried his best to stop the bile from rising in his throat when he thought of what he almost had with the pretty Oceansong and what he was denying he should have with her. He held back a strangled cry, an odd look creasing his features that looked like a cross between broken agony and frustrated pain. Claws sheathed and unsheathed against the soft sand, ripping the fragile grains into even smaller, impeccable pieces of granite as he gritted his teeth, trying to hold back all of the pent of frustration that was bubbling beneath like a volcano ready to erupt. Crowflight loved her - both of them - but, the longer he thought about and the furthur he got to the truth of it all, he suddenly realized that yes, he loved them both -- but the sole difference of the two breathakingly beautiful she-cats was while he could adore them, be infatuated with them, he could only be in love with one of them.
A painfully, somewhat disturbing, though struck him. What if it was Eclipsedmoon? His jaw clenched, shoulders tight with tension, he listened to his labored breathing, the blood pounding in his ears and watched his limbs tremble uneasily before him, feeling as if he was ready to crumble. If he really was in love with her - sweet, sweet Eclipsedmoon who made him laugh, though irked him, who made him smile, though terribly confused him, and most of all who made him turn to mush at the sight of her, those nonexistent butterflies still fluttering about in his stomach - then he couldn't hide it, couldn't run away from it.
If he loved Oceansong, like he told himself, then he'd be able to run from the truth of it, not having to face the commitment because she was dead and - frankly - never coming back, not to him - certainly - and not to anyone else. Guilt drowned him like a rushing wave, the uneasy feeling filling his throat and he gulped uneasily, his head still pounding. Why was he thinking like this anyway? Neither she-cats liked him anymore - or rather, one had [he might've even went as far as to say that the young, naive Oceanpaw had loved him but he was too naive, back then, to notice it until it was too late] and the other, honestly, would never and had never. Heck, if he was going to be all noble and honest now, he might as well say - think - it. Eclipsedmoon hated him and there was nothing he could do - or say or feel - to change that.
He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach and was about to dwell on it - not really realizing that he had stopped in the middle of nowhere - but his thoughts were interrupted by shrill scream.
The tom whipped his head around, eyes wild with panic and fear as he recognized the owner of the painful cry, and not even pausing to think, shot back into the depths of the forest, the sharp thorn piercing his smooth fur. Not even wincing at the stinging pain that lined his flanks, he bolted forward and all the way he was screaming in his mind, face heated with anger, fear, surprise, horror and all the emotions that are scampering through his fragile mind.
He can't take it. He has to see her. He has to know -- to know that she's safe.
But a part of mind still argues, still fights with him and screams and yells. Why should he care for her the way he - so obviously - does when half the time he hates her, hates her for making him love her and hate her at the same time when he - so clearly - should not be doing both. He hates her for being so brilliant, perfect and sweet. He hates the way she can sweep him straight off his paws, make his insides flutter uneasily and make his skin tingle with the slightest touch. Crowflight hates her so much, so much that he shouldn't care, but he loves her too -- and not just because she just [so happens] to look exactly like his old crush. They - Oceansong and her - look the same, identical even, but he knows they're not. Oceansong was warm, sweet and understanding, knowing what he had to say so he never had to. Eclipsedmoon was fiery, fun and fully of energy, so drastically opposite from his old flame that it seems impossible to fall for her like he has.
But he makes her laugh, makes him smile, and even though he's denying any of this feelings, he gets it. When he wants to admit these impossible, indescribably feelings that sends his heart racing, he can finally be happy -- happy because although she is nothing like Oceansong, she is herself. And that alone, he thinks, is enough.
He rushes straight into the clearing, the sun making his twilight coat twinkle and his wild blue eyes sparkle, with a frantic look, the panic that's rising in his throat almost too horrible to handle. His breathing is labored and the blood is rushing in his ears as he takes a cautious step forward, mouth pursed into a thin line. Where is she? He needed to find her now because if he didn't, he'd -
And there she was, in all her glory, trying to fight of the bloody badger. Her eyes - green and vibrant and pure as always - were wide with fear and terror, her mind probably whirling with some sort of plan to get rid of the terrible gigantic creature - and he held back a quiet smirk, luminecent orbs suddenly soft. She was beautiful. Crowflight was suddenly lost in her eyes, despite the chaotic scene around them, and he stared at her, his smoldering optics burning into her sleek frame as she hurled herself at the badger. His pulse quickened.
Oh right, there's a badger, he realized with a wry smile and suddenly shot forward, his paws thudding against the warm grass, and muscles tensed, he pounced at the huge creature with his claws unsheathed. He could scarcely feel the knives of his fur digging into the flesh of the enemy, slashing across his face as the badger let out a gutteral yowl of pain, but his mind was suddenly concentrated on her. She was okay, wasn't she? She had to be -- for his sake.
He scrambled - or maybe slid would've been a better, more graceful word for his actions - away from the lumbering animal [that's what he thought of it, at least] before it could aim a deadly blow at its flank and he, breathing heavily, cast a fleeting glance at the femme. His mind was whirling with possibilities, but suddenly the only thing he could think of was her and beautiful she looked just then. " Eclipsedmoon," he murmured breathlessly, cheeks flushed, as turned his gaze away from her and danced away from the badger's killer blows. Crowflight twirled up in the air and spun towards the badger, aiming a jab upwards so it struck the badger's jaw rather harshly. He heard the slight crack and winced at the horrible sound - though a part of him triumphed for hurting the creature that had hurt her - before he landed back on his paws, back to dancing in the sunlight. " Are you -"
[/color] he began to ask, suddenly stopping to watch her carefully, but was suddenly cut off as the enraged badger raised a huge paw and slammed it against the deputy's flank. And then, quicker than nothing, he was flung across the clearing and into a boulder, bouncing off the stone as if he was a toy. A low groan spilled from his mouth, but he didn't wince, and the moment he hit the ground with a sickening thud, he didn't move for a minute. Then, slowly, he staggered to his paws and trembling, stumbled over to her. His breath was hot in her ear when he spoke, his stained flank barely brushing hers, and instead of voicing his frustration, his anger at her stupidity, he sent her a blinding, perfect smile. " Having fun? he laughed weakly as he clumsily danced - it still hurt to move - away from the attack's and gently shoved her along with him, preventing her - he hoped - from getting hurt much. And suddenly they were dancing together - despite the horrible scenery, the deadly threat and them being so painfully unaware of each other moons [or maybe days] before - in the sunlight. He couldn't have been happier. [/blockquote]
Silence is round me, wideness ineffable;
White birds on the ocean diving and wandering;
A soundless sea on a voiceless heaven,
Azure on azure, is mutely gazing.[/color] notes;; whoo! super muse. xD
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Post by Stormeh on Sept 30, 2008 16:23:30 GMT -5
[Baww, they're so cute. ^^]
ECLIPSEDMOON PANTED HEAVILY, NEARLY OUT of breath, as she tried to counter the badger's blows. Nothing seemed to be working [Why was nothing working?] as she racked her brains for every move that her mentor had taught her when she was an apprentice about fighting off badgers.
Flanks? Got it. Head? Tried that one, couldn't get close enough. Stupid teeth. If it didn't have...the...the claws...
The young warrior tried to remember what was making her so incoherent in her mind before she remembered that a long gash was trailing down her flank and bleeding profusely.
That's right, she seemed to remember with a hint of a smile. Just a...just a little scratch, that's...that's all...
She wanted to stay alive for one reason: him. Her life was flashing before her eyes, but not her past...no, her perceived future was framing itself in front of her. Things happened that she couldn't have ever fathomed except for in this time of fight or flight [Which had definitely turned into a single fight] with her rushing adrenaline. This action-fueled scene played out in front of her mind, giving her limbs the little strength that they required to move at the moment...
It is perfection. He is with her and she is with him. They are watching the stream flow gently down to the lake. Their pelts barely touch as they sit, but sparks fly in between them like attracting materials. Eyes are the only parts that miss the other until they finally meet. He stares at her, she stares at him. He leans over and whispers into her ear, I love you. Ecstasy fills her as she murmurs the words back. From that day forth, they both know, they are to be bound together.
The kits tumble out of the nursery. They have dark tabby stripes and magnificent blue eyes. They. are. beautiful. No other words can be found to describe them. She and he both watch their young, she with a motherly glint in her eye and he with a proud smile. They lean together in harmony.
They are both old. The battles have been fought. They have done what they must and they grow like this together. They have for many moons. They intend to for many more. Most cats wouldn't be surprised if they passed on together and one accompanied the other to StarClan's beautiful territory...
She was losing it. She was losing her life. Her blows were becoming weaker and weaker until she felt like her limbs were screaming with agony. Her legs felt a searing pain. Her paw pads were busted and bleeding. Most of a claw had been snagged in the badger's coat and lost in it's ghastly fur.
But before she gave up, she saw him. He had leapt into the clearing and a new surge of energy swept into her veins as she watched him get battered by the badger. The energy...the only word to describe it could be...could be...love. That was all.
She sprang forward to assist him as he made his way up. Her ears caught his words and she shook her head--only to press her muzzle into his pelt before turning back to the task at hand.
"Crowflight," she mewed huskily, "We've got to get it to go. We won't last much longer against it...I'm weak." [Were the signs and scent of the blood not enough for him to see? Why did she need to waste her breath on useless words?] "Just do...anything!"
Her savior had come--she just hoped that was actually what he was.
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Post by __ S K Y E on Oct 19, 2008 13:20:52 GMT -5
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there are haunters of the silence...
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✫☆ -- Crowflight watched her, painful embers dancing behind blue flames. He shuddered briefly at her touch, almost leaning into it, before he came back to his senses and gave her a half-smile, pressing a muzzle delicately against her cheek. (panic rushed through him; she was okay, she had to be. his insides were fluttering and shaking and twittering and he couldn't stand it) The sun broke over the line of the horizon and flooded the clearing with a yawning light, but it instilled little hope in the deputy, the strings of dread tugging at him. They wouldn't last. Cobalt optics flickered briefly over to his partner with a rue smile and the creases of his face suddenly darkened to a deep frown. She wasn't going to make it if he didn't do something now, and fast too.
His vision blurred, a mottled memory cast across his mind like an old film.
''... Oceanpaw, why'd you bring me out here? he meowed lazily, his slender frame slung across the field. ' We're supposed to be trainin' and I promised Lightpaw that I'd meet her later.
She looked at him for a moment, eyes pained, before lifting her head and smiling, the act lighting up her entire face. His blue eyes flickered to her briefly and he blinked, surprised at the beauty found there, before shaking his head. Lightpaw was prettier.
W-well, it's j-just...' She took a deep breath and her tender gaze flitted to the site, a forlorn smile stretching across gentle waves of silver. .. It's pretty, isn't it?', she finally mumbled, the slight blush of his cheeks that he'd grown to adore a shocking contrast to her pure, moonlight cheeks.
Yeah, he meowed carelessly back, turning over on his back to stare at the blanket of twinkling gray above Smiling to himself, he began to hum. It was low, carefree and something that made her heart twinge. Why couldn't they have more moments like this?
Her thoughts were broken when she tripped over a rock, being clumsy again, and let out a surprised yelp. Crowpaw blinked, opening his eyes, and then looked at her before throwing himself into a fit of laughter. She flushed, ... d-don't laugh!. She stumbled to her paws and winced before tumbling further down the hill, a soundless scream escaping her lips.
Bouncing to his paws, Crowpaw danced to her side and grasped her paw in his own as he pulled her up, a breathless smile gracing his sculpted face. Her cheeks burned and he laughed again, One day, I'm gonna miss that.
Crowflight teared his gaze away from the mottled memory, just flickers of photographs that burned his brain, as the badger rushed towards him again, a giant paw smashing down on thin air. The tom swiftly jumped, bare strength pressing against the muscles of his legs, and landed on the limb as it made it's way down, a dark frown present on his once blissful face. His eyes were a darkened indigo, encircled in frightening flames of shadowed sapphire, and an ever present reminder of the constant passed that cursed him, plaguing him with memories that should've been long gone after Oceansong died.
His throat tightened at the image of his deceased lover and he let out an agonized hiss as the badger made it's mark, raking large claws down his side. He did not stumble or falter in his perfect steps, but instead shot forward, claws outstretched, as he jumped upon the badger's torn face, digging the knives of his pads deeper into the creatures back. A low, almost gutteral, growl escaped his throat, slipping past his lips quicker than anything, as he stroke again, smacking the snapping jaws with a paw that made the much larger creature whimper, with gleaming ivories deep into the muddled neck. It wasn't just a badger anymore; this was for Oceansong.
So lost in his anger, his bittersweet rage, that he didn't notice the sharp snarl that escaped the badger or the furious gleam that entered the black, beady eyes. The badger flew and swept across the air, making Crowflight fling off of him. Thankfully enough, the deputy blinked and gathered his thoughts, the faintest of sighs escaping him, before he leaned back on his hauches, claws gripping the earth as he tried to keep his balence. A flicker of movement caugh his eyes and he frowned again as he saw the injured she-cat at his side that he had forgotten, as if the sharpest of knives were twisting into his heart.
Deeper.
And Deeper.
His legs trembled and the tom was thrown back into reality. This wasn't Lightpool he was protecting, this wasn't Oceansong he had to save. God, this wasn't even Robinwing that he was trying to revenge. The painful flickers in his mind were burning now, threads of silk turning into poisonous flames that tainted his soul. This wasn't anyone else but Eclipsedmoon and somehow, for some reason, that made it more painful than ever to see her hurt.
He had failed, failed again.
Save her, she breathed in his ear in a way that made him shiver and he breathed in sharply. Save her like you couldn't save me.
He looked at the injured she-cat wildly, cheeks flushed and eyes wide, panic flitting behind almost childish eyes. His heart pounded in his ears as he ran to her, his - no her - new resolve ringing almost painfully in his ears and he lifted his eyes, breathless, in her direction, all of his emotions (confusion, sadness, agony) suddely out in the open. The dark flames of blue in his eyes suddenly bursted, as if he was that same Crowpaw who his mother hated, into an array of shocking colors, splashing waves that covered his entire expression.
Come on, he murmured under his breath, sweeping his tail across her side as he tried supporting her with his own shoulder, cobalt optics flickering in the direction of the badger - who was still recovering from a hasty blow. His breath was coming in short gasps and a frustrated hiss escaped his silver lips as he watched the clumsy badger lope toward them, a furious glint present in it's black beads. Before she could move, he ducked his head and heaved her onto his back, jaw tightening with effort.
The warm light of the fireflies wove through the thick tangle of foliage as he bolted through the ferns, the badger's thick, stamping steps right behind them. Soft, gentle, and calming breezes whispered silently across the almost barren fields, weaving their way along the dampened ground and tickling the newborn life that sprouted from beneath lightly as it passed by. The mighty ball of fire that glowed fiercely in the sky was slowly making it’s descend upon the land, highlighting the never-ending sky with different shades of color and brilliance. Crowflight - the beautiful, breathtaking tom that everyone misunderstood for their own fantasy prince - slowed as they came upon a cave, feeling his muscles almost break at the strain. He dropped her gently on the grass, murmuring soft words to her as he weaved against the camouflage and carried her into the cave (just in case she had fainted from effort like he was about to; if not, he should would get clawed for it later), her silver fur grasped gingerly by his teeth. He flopped back onto the cold stone, eyes closed as he tried to regain his breath and the world had dropped around him, as if he was falling and dying and losing all of it.
But the prince was still running, saving his princess from the danger of all of it. Maybe he'd save them, save her.
Like he hadn't been able to before.
Identified with silence and boundlessness
My spirit widens clasping the universe
Till all that seemed becomes the Real,
One in a mighty and single vastness.[/color] notes;; :3 Less super muse.
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Post by Stormeh on Oct 24, 2008 15:47:36 GMT -5
SHE WAS DEAD. SHE HAD to be. Nothing else had ever felt this painful. She had to be dead.
So why was he really fighting? What did he have to fight for? Why? He could just run. Her body wasn't anything important. It was just a remainder of the life that was once in it. He needed to run! If only she could tell him...
Mousebrain. He was still trying. Why?
But...wait...she wasn't dead. There was no release from the pain. Not any, and StarClanners weren't supposed to feel pain directly after death...were they?
Her eyes stayed trained on his. They were just like him--beautiful and full of secrets, but extremely expressive at the same time.
Or was she imagining this, too?
Fire danced in them. It was a fire that would never be put out. Never, she was sure. And was that...that...love? Where would the love come from? Surely Crowflight hadn't ever...?
Stupid, Eclipsedmoon thought. Surely he's felt love before. It's not like he'd love you, anyway, so why does it matter?
Her conscious was dimming as she felt him lift her up with an un-catlike strength. She could feel his paws hit the ground as if she were him instead of being on his back, being the one who needed the saving. The smell of blood also filled the air--and not just hers, but his, too. His strength must have been coming from somewhere deep inside of him. From his heart?
Tabby fur mingled with the cool stone of the cave before Eclipsedmoon finally gained her full conscious back. The she-cat tried to sit up, but her vision went black, so she lay back down for a moment before trying again. The second time, she pulled herself up into a slight sitting position and looked at Crowflight.
Eclipsedmoon just stared at her savior for a long moment. His features hadn't ever looked better. He was amazing even in the dim light of the little cave that he had brought them to. But he was always amazing in her eyes....
"You saved me," she mewed faintly. "Thank you." The tabby she-cat knew what she wanted to say next, but she just couldn't find the exact words that could convey her feelings as well as she wanted to. He needed to understand what she meant completely the first time and, preferably, without any questions. She finally brought her green eyes up to let them rest on his lithe figure. "How did you do that? You just...came back to life. You seemed invincible, Crowflight." She stared at him now even more intently. "While it's...just us and we can't much travel without help, will you tell me something?" Patience was a virtue that Eclipsedmoon didn't have, and that was proven by the fact that she didn't wait for an answer. "Will you tell me about yourself? I want to know about you...and whoever else was important in your life. There are too many secrets..."
She knew that she was only asking these things because she was so weak, but it would be better to have these answers on her mind when she went to StarClan [if she went to StarClan] than to wonder forever and spend her life wandering around without her answers.
And, in that moment, after he rescued her and endangered himself for that, she knew the truth.
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Post by __ S K Y E on Dec 12, 2008 16:59:02 GMT -5
there are haunters of the silence...
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✫☆ -- A part of him, he swore, was dying. Now that everything was over, the skidded blurs of motion that had rolled across his memory like an old, scattered film now turning clearer and sharper than anything before, the tiny pricks of images nearly whirling him off of his feet. It was as painful, that too he was sure of, as before for some weird, incorrigible reason and one that, surely in the state he was in, the grand deputy wouldn't have even been able to fathom if he had tried. Cold, smooth sliver lips pressed together in both confusion and bewilderment, unable to connect the vibrant, blinding photographs with one another.
The moonlight cast cold pools of light on the cold grey stone in which he rested, the cold air blowing the branches of bare trees and through the cave's entrance, which stood silhouetted against a cold, grey winter night. To him, incomprehension to the exhilarated moment before, the scene was suddenly all very cold and grey. Everything was empty and even as his heart pounded in his chest, his cheeks flushed from his run (or maybe it was something more?) from before, he couldn't collect his feelings. Not the ones he had for Oceansong or the ones he supposedly had for Eclipsedmoon. He heaved a heavy sigh, frustrated now.
The slightest noise echoed, a leaf rustled by the wind sounding like the rattle of bones picked clean by vultures, the clatter of a rock shifted by the wind sounding like a gunshot. After a moment, he turned to her, but it wasn't as if he was looking at her more than through her -- as if he was seeing this equally pretty, breathtaking, if not more so, cat behind her and was still, even all this time of this semi-imaginary figure being nonexistent, entranced - but not in love with, no not anymore - with. For a second, he looked throughout before his face retreated into its normally passive, quiet state and by now, his breaths had become softer, falling back into it's normal pattern once more. A hidden emotion flickered in his cold blue eyes, slivers of silver swimming within them and he mused thoughtfully for a moment, carelessly pressing a moonlit paw against the stone again. "Eclipsedmoon," he murmured, his eyes suddenly cast upon her, rather than behind and they were crystal-clear, filled with hues of shocking blue and smoldered silver. Something inside him was obviously being held back, as if that fierce emotion that threatened to burst out would ruin the carefully constructed life that he had created for himself. The tom shifted in his place, perfectly-shaped cranium resting in the space between his delicate milky paws and he looked at her, a sudden softness entering his gaze before hardening. "How can I?"
It was then that he remembered everything -- the false truths of his parents and their relationship, lies slipping out of Morningwind's lips so easily and thoughtlessly; the painful, though true, rumors of Skyshift and Lilydance, of those Cherryclanners that were his supposed kin; screaming and hissing insults spit towards him, as Wintertrap seethed furiously and flung at newly warriorized Crowflight. It weren't those agonizing truths that struck him the most, wasn't what turned his face white and dreadful or his eyes vacant and blue, shadowed over with rumbling storms of gray. Memories of his dead and hateful companions, Lightpool and Robinwing were like stabbing knives to his heart; worst of all, however, was the ever-haunting image of Oceansong. The cat he had failed to protect and had broken in the process. Most of all, he had failed to love her.
Crowflight looked up, briefly, with a shaky sigh. But then there was Eclipsedmoon, looking up at him in that pensive, anxoius way of hers. He couldn't take it -- how much more could he lie to the one he truly lov - no, he wouldn't let himself admit it. Wouldn't that just cause more heartbreak? Nevertheless, he was determined - now and forever - not to run away from the present, to hide from the past. It wasn't right.
"You're right," he sighed, answering her unspoken question. The deputy, of all things, wasn't stupid but rather that he enjoyed, or was used to, avoiding the truth so much. It was as if it had become easy.
He avoided her gaze then; he couldn't watch her, see that disgust and pain that would surely cease her when hearing it all. "There are a lot of cats I've know. A lot who've loved me and I've loved." He hesitated and shuffled his paws, pulling himself to his paws. He was suddenly surprised at the exhaustion that pulled at him, gravity threatening to pull him back into that dark abyss of memories and earth, but he ignored it -- instead, dragging himself over to her side, with soundless quiet murmurs of thought. He didn't touch her thought, he couldn't because otherwise he knew he'd lose himself. Staring off, he murmured something. "All at the wrong times, I'm afraid." It wasn't as if he thought his life was a tragedy because he didn't. It wasn't as if he didn't think he should've been born because he didn't. It was more like he knew that everyone - excluding his real parents, that is, because without him, they wouldn't have united (and for that he was sure) - would've been happier without his arrival. Including Eclipsedmoon. Without him, she wouldn't have to feel the confusion and pain of loving someone, or thinking she did. Sometimes it was so much better to think that way, that you actually loved them...
"You know - no I mean, remember my parents? Grayriver and Morningwind?" It was an abrupt change of subject, shifting the somewhat gloomy atmosphere but by no means lighting it up. His sputtered words refelected his uneasy, but casual state of mind as he passed the words on as if they were normal, as if he was normal -- which, of course, he wasn't. He was a liar, a fantastic one, but that didn't mean that those false truths didn't press and close around his throat as if suffocating him, as it would do to any other sane cat.
Speaking of liars - those wretched, impossibly impassioned creatures that he had loathed for as almost as long as he had lived, but had somehow turned into - his mother was still alive, somewhere he knew, but for the clan, she was as dead as the cold stone floor beneath his paws. He looked at it then, thoughtful. What had it felt like
[/color], he suddenly wondered, when Duskkit and Honeykit had been born? If I hadn't been born, would they still hate each other as much as they hated him? He resisted the urge to close his eyes, indulging himself in the painful memories of the past -- with him looking with dull, emotionless eyes as his 'siblings' fought, fought over something too foolish to be worth much. Crowflight - even now - had never found out what they quarreled over, only knew that it had torn their relationship - which had been so much stronger than the thin band of blood now that tied them together - apart. Blinking, he looked sideways at the pretty femme for moment. His lip trembled. " They're not my real parents" He paused, watching her carefully. "Skyshift and Lilydance. It was them." Those names, all four, were infamous. She couldn't not know them, but still... He couldn't help but hope she didn't -- because maybe, then, things wouldn't be so complicated. Or maybe -- no, it would always be complicated because, simply enough, anything tied to Crowflight was inevitably difficult. Because he was difficult. [/blockquote]
Someone broods there nameless and bodiless,
Conscious and lonely, deathless and infinite,
And, sole in a still eternal rapture,
Gathers all things to his heart for ever.
[/color] notes;; sowwy for the wait.
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Post by Stormeh on Dec 19, 2008 15:49:55 GMT -5
ECLIPSEDMOON DIDN'T SPEAK FOR A few moments. She just sat there, staring off into the nothingness. Finally she turned back to him and stared into his eyes. Those captivating eyes. They held her attention before he spoke, and when he did, she let her ears soak in all that he had to say, which wasn't much for the first few moments.
She sighed as his words hit her heart. You can because we love each other! she wanted to scream. Or...at least...I love you....
But did she? As all of her emotions swirled through her mind - love, hate, anger, sadness, desperation - she couldn't help but wonder what would come next. Sure, she hadn't felt like this about any other cat, but didn't it only matter if the cat felt the same way back? What was the point in dreaming? Dreams got no where except to one's head.
The tabby she-cat could practically feel the heat radiating from his body, and the same exhaustion that overcame him was spreading through her limbs at the same time. She wanted nothing more for this to all be over...for him to express his feelings to her once and for all. She wanted to know. She had to know.
Eclipsedmoon nodded. "Yes, I remember them," she answered. "I didn't know them well, but I knew who they were."
She was taken slightly aback. Never would she have guessed that Skyshift and Lilydance were the tom's true parents. Unable to find much else to say, she just sat there and watched him nearly as cautiously as he did for her.
"That doesn't change my opinion of you, you know," she finally murmured. "But I do want to know the rest about you...your whole story." She stared at him, eyes growing harder. "You keep secrets from everyone, and there's not a single cat that likes for secrets to be kept from them, especially if you're they're frien--er, Clanmate. It's just not fair, Crowflight." Eclipsedmoon leaned her head over and gave him a brisk lick on the ear. "You shouldn't have to bear all of your burdens alone."
And yet...a thought haunted her, taunted her, from the back of her mind.
If all of his loves have been at the wrong time...then what makes you think this time is right?
That you're right?
She didn't know what else to say. A few moments after her last word exited her mouth, she averted her gaze.
The pain was growing emotionally, and was much greater than any blow the badger had given her.
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Post by __ S K Y E on Dec 19, 2008 20:19:24 GMT -5
there are haunters of the silence...
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✫☆ -- He had almost flinched away when she had reached forward to touch him. Crowflight looked down at his paws and they were tingling, as if craving physical contact from her specifically, but he ignored them. Instead, when he whipped around to face her, his eyes were hard and cold, not sparing her any of the soft emotions he had initially intended to fill them.
Like the lights in a morgue, the moon filled the cavern and bleached his eyes, its rays sucking all emotions from its shadowed depths. He wasn't quite sure what had suddenly overcome him; perhaps it hadn't only been her touch - so intoxicating and captivating that it took all of his self-forged will not to lose himself in a frenzy of passion - that had caused this sudden, aggressive change but, StarClan help him, it had a lot to do with it. Was she blind, couldn't she understand it? Honestly, what could it be about it that was so hard to comprehend? He hadn't thought so, at least.
He almost snarled at her, intending to give her a piece of his mind, before he caught himself - darkened pools of murky cobalt widening briefly, a complete look of horror shrouding his blank face - and pulled back quickly. It was surprising how quickly he jumped to his paws, what with the tension in his muscles and deadly exhaustion that tugged at him, threatening to kill him then and there; but he had to get away before he did something he would regret -- whether it be hurting her because of her ignorance at this matter (he shuddered) or succumbing to her will, to what she so obviously wanted. So, although he knew he wasn't about to leave her there to fend for herself, Crowflight stared at her for a moment longer - as if drinking in her appearance, what she looked like and in that moment, his eyes briefly softened before he realized, once again, the crime she had committed, or was about to commit - before curtly turning away, brisk steps covering the ground in soundless motions. It was only a fox-length or so away, but it still wasn't far enough to escape the suffocating pain that strangled him, those horrid flashbacks beginning to smother him.
" Stop, " he whispered suddenly, sounding as if someone was choking him, invisible hands wrapped around the silver-speckled veil of his neck. "You don't understand." Eyes clouded over with a hidden pain, frosted emotions pressing against this backs of his eyes, the silver starlight that had previously illuminated slowly dying out like a flickering flame. The deputy, then, turned to her and he was suddenly Crowpaw again, desperation and fear scrawled clearly across his face in the messy handwriting of the devil.
Crowflight was known for his impenetrable mask of emotions, harder than stone and yet deeper than the most purest of gems and yet -- here he was, staring at her with pain scribbled between even the creases of his beautiful face. "It's... you.." He was struggling for words now, fumbling for that god-given grasp of tongue that he supposedly possessed and finally he let out a deep sigh, engraved with such anguish it hurt to hear it, before fixating agonized, starlit pools upon her. "You're wrong." He wasn't going to spare her anymore of the pains of his past; if she wanted to know, she would even if (he swallowed thickly) it hurt her.
A tiny flicker of movement passed through his eyes and if she were to look, she'd the canvas of images that filtered his gaze like an old, forgotten film -- something painfully precious, yet strangling all the same, as if they were the chains that held him back and threatened to choke him, ending his life - this lie - once and for all the moment he revealed them. A shaky breath escaped pressed silver lips and he faintly turned to the side, face thoughtful as he looked outside. It was snowing now and it shouldn't have surprised him - made his stomach flutter uneasily with memories he thought he had long ago buried away - it did.
There wasn't a cloud hanging in the chilled night air, nothing to obscure the bright starlight from shining down upon the desolate wasteland that lay beyond the reaches of the forest. All the heat had been sucked from the ground with the setting sun, and frost was already beginning to form along the edges of the few yellow and crimson leaves that still clung to their branches. The majority of the trees had already been stripped bare by the strong winds that came hand-in-hand with the season of leaf-bare.
But it was beautiful -- no, not like him - someone so breathlessly wonderful that his beauty swept the world off their feet - but gentle and delicate, a sort of sweet innocence that captivated him more than it should've. The snow sprinkled down upon the earth like butterflies who's soundless wings flew easily along, the frosted crystals pressed in mounds along the forest floor. He breathed in sharply before turning back to her and his eyes were shockingly vacant, empty. It was like staring back at your own reflection; utterly terrifying.
".. you don't love me, not really. You can't possibly." He wasn't stupid, he had known her feelings from the very start and had been trying to ignore them, as with his own -- but more importantly, was he shaking? " You don't have any idea who I am, who've I've hurt and want to hurt."
[/b] Definitely now, he was trembling and it certainily wasn't from the cold. He murmured, "I'm not the cat you think I am." For some reason, that sent a pang through his chest and he took a deep breath, shutting his eyes tight as he clenched his jaws.The tom unsheathed his claws and sunk his claws deep into the snow that covered the expanse of the entrance in a thin, almost papery, layer. He was imagining it was his mother, his half-father, his best friend. It easily cut the snow, smoother than his teeth sliced the bounds of flesh and blood. He went on, "I'm far from selfless, perfect. I'm the very optimum of imperfection, don't you get it?"He looked up at her, a strange expression igniting his eyes in a fiery, passionate glow -- but when he spoke, his voice was weak and trembling, giving way to the child that hid inside him. You deserve so much better, he mumbled under his breath -- but when he locked her eyes with his own, he forced himself to act cold and harsh, if not for his sake then hers. She didn't deserve to hurt, to be tied in with his web of lies. "A-and me? I...I can't, " he choked out, as if trying to convince himself of this truth. "... I can't love someone either. Not for the third time." The tom growled lowly in his throat, as if mentally punishing himself for committing such a sin -- which was, of course, letting his walls down for too long. But then he was looking at her and written on his face, dark and pained, were the truths of his life -- hoping that she'd forget him like this, imperfect and honest (but that, really, was far from what he was but he was trying, trying so hard to be good for her sake), as he was trying to forget her. And so, he turned to her, looking at her with a strange, new found look that was impossible to decipher and took a few steps forward so he was close enough that it intoxicated him, that she could feel his frosty languid breaths when he leaned forward, cheek against cheek. "Forget me, " he breathed softly in her ear and pulled back, but what with the way he was looking at her, it was seemed like a 'forgive me' more than anything else -- but if she couldn't read it, see past his false lies, his honest request would fall upon deaf ears. He looked at her with a twisted, somehow soft, expression and despite the obvious agony that engulfed him, he didn't look in pain -- because all of a sudden he was radiating, smiling with a brilliance that would cause any sane cat to gasp, if not knock them straight of their feet. He gave her that half-crooked smile of his. Imperfect. Only this time, it didn't quite reach his eyes. [/blockquote]
Lying in me, as though it were a white
Stone in the depths of a well, is one
Memory that I cannot, will not, fight:
It is happiness, and it is pain.
Anyone looking straight into my eyes
Could not help seeing it, and could not fail
To become thoughtful, more sad and quiet
Than if he were listening to some tragic tale.
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Post by Stormeh on Jan 5, 2009 12:30:40 GMT -5
Eclipsedmoon could feel her throat tightening as a lump formed in it. She was in fear--no, horrified at his expression. Crowflight's eyes pinned her to where she was. She wanted to stand, to let her paws carry her to him, to comfort him, but she couldn't. This unabashed fury was draining her energy and will. This wasn't fair--he wasn't fair. Why did these things have to happen?
She turned away from him as she listened to all of his words. They danced around her ears, entered and exited them, played with them, soothed them. The tabby felt the warmth of embarrassment creep under her pelt. Surely there was some other she-cat. How stupid of her to think that she could be the object of his affection, the one who could guide him back to true love?
Extremely, apparently.
Anger built up inside of Eclipsedmoon like nothing ever had. Despite the love that she had felt for him only moments before, the feeling that she could forgive him for all of his past sins before her, she felt absolutely wrathful, envious of these she-cats that he had been speaking of, the other two that had denied Eclipsedmoon her chance with this unarguably handsome tom in front of her.
She turned to him and took a deep breath. "No," she whispered, "you're wrong." Her green eyes stayed trained on him, a fire burning so strongly inside of them that she was surprised at the smile he flashed her. But that smile wouldn't ever touch her heart again. Her eyes, yes, but nothing was built on looks alone except for lust, and doubts swirled in her mind about lust being a part of their Clanmate living situation. No, not anymore.
"I've tried everything, Crowflight," she hissed at him, finally beginning to let every word seethe out of nearly-closed teeth. "I loved you. I didn't give a pile of foxdung about who you've been with, where you've been. I merely wanted to be by your side and hear the words from you that I would speak to you as well." The burning fire in her eyes stopped and turned to hardened flint as she stood. "But I can see that you never felt the same way about me. Never. And I can understand that--but don't you think that you could have not lead me on, mousebrain?" she spat. "Not once did I feign any feelings towards you! I've always been here! And you just hated me!" Her words were coming out as yowls by the time she had finished.
With every bit of energy that she had left, she limped out of the cavern's entrance. "Forget you?" She laughed. "I won't have any problems with that."
Just as she stepped out of the sheltered area did she notice that it had begun to snow. Her eyes had been on Crowflight and the walls and floor of the cave the whole time, not the weather outside. A shiver ran down her spine.
Foxdung! she thought irritably. Which way is camp...? And where are all of the TealClanners? Don't they care about us enough to at least come and try to find us?
Taking a direction that seemed to be the right way, Eclipsedmoon halfway dragged her leg and halfway limped with it towards the way that she hoped TealClan's camp was. She turned to see a small trail of blood that was following her, and she rolled her eyes. Great. She trudged on, not caring anymore.
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