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Post by A N N I E on Oct 25, 2009 10:16:34 GMT -5
>> Tiny paws were set in a slow, trance-like walk on the sticky, black, abandon asphalt. Stick thin body swayed from side to side. Butter milk fur was grimmy with mud and the pink tone around the throat and muzzle of the half dead creature spoke of a recent battle. The air of summer was surprisingly cool and the breeze didn't help the soaked creature. Then again, it was night. Why was she soaked in the first place? She didn't remember. The creature didn't feel the water clinging to her already cold body, dropping her temperature even more; she didn't feel the coldness tingling from her paws, stretching upwards, slowly claiming her body. Death was not far now. At least her suffering would end. She, a feline of a rather different breed, had stopped feeling along time ago. At least it seemed like a long time to her. It had only be two days since she killed him. The pain of the wound on her chest and the savage heat of the right side of her face was numbed by her dip in the water. Ah, so that's how it happened, she remembered now. She has dodged a Thunderpath car and slipped off the bridge into the water below. Well, dodged is not really the word. The wind from the car having passed her was strong enough to send her tumbling head over heels. Her limbs were only working because her survival instinct was pushing herself. She had long lost feeling of them. The feline continued on her way down the ThunderPath, a tiny, mislead, and forgotten doll among many. The moon was hiding behind a lone cloud, leaving the wind sharp and bitter against her short, drenched pelt, threaded out from lack of food.
Suddenly, her legs locked up and she fell. She didn't try to stand. Didn't curl in a ball or cry out as her body hit the hard asphalt with a loud thud. The pain that flared from her face as bits of rock and tar dug into it was not felt. Her body had just given out on her. She didn't have even the energy to tremble. Her ice-chipped eyes, once so gloriously sharp and daring, once beautiful and bold, were dead, dark, and empty. They closed as softly as she lay on the hard ground. She could feel the blood beginning to trickle down the right side of her face. Was feeling that blood, the essence of life, leaking out of her body, taking what little strength she had left, a bad sign? Images began flashing through her head. Pain spiked, digging sharp needles into the backs of her eyes. A white kitten with a russet tail and ears, still wet from birth fluids. A white, long-furred she-cat, face wet from crying, looking at her bewildered. The exchange. The image faded, sending a stab of pain through her heart. She did not know who the kit was, but it heart more than her wounds to think about how the kit had lost its real mother only minutes after birth. Another image, a large, towering tom, battle-scarred and worn, much older than her, a dull gray with black markings like the kitten from her earlier image. He's smiling softly and touching her cheek. The image turned as the the tom suddenly snarled and sank his teeth into the base of her ear, flinging her away. Claws bit deep in the same spot, slashing through the skin of her right jaw and cheek like paper. The image faded, leaving behind red glowing eyes. She did not move, letting the after shock of the images (memories?) run through her body. Her sluggish brain tried to think if she should run, get up, get away from those red eyes, but the thought quickly faded as she closed her eyes again. 'No...this is peaceful. I'll stay...'
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Post by ♠ Spade ♠ on Oct 25, 2009 22:29:29 GMT -5
 Ebonyfur was meandering slowly across the moors. He sometimes enjoyed taking long walks out of camp to try and think up new ways to make trouble. He sometimes had issues coming up with things to do to to since he was a warrior. It was a lot easier to break the rules as an apprentice when there were more rules he could break. Quite honestly, it was getting hard to come up with things that didn't break the warrior code. He could hide thorns in nests, but honestly, that gets old after a while. He sighed as he racked his brain for something to do to keep himself entertained. If there was one thing that dear old Ebonyfur hated it was being bored.
The fluffy black warrior walked slowly towards the Thunderpath. Already there were swampy scents drifting over from the ShadowClan swamp and the disgusting sticky scent of the Thunderpath to tell him where he was. His sharp yellow eyes narrowed slightlyl as he saw a lump of pale fur laying on the hard surface and tilted his head. He got close enough to recognize that the thing laying on the Thunderpath was a cat and he frowned. It was always unfortunate when any cat got hit on the Thunderpath, Clanborn or not. Her fur was wet and it clung to her thin frame in a way that added to the hit by a monster effect.
A wave of relief washed over him when he realized that he didn't recognize her at all. He was about to turn away and just leave her when he noticed the gentle but shallow rising and falling of her side. She's still breathing, he thought. His heart jumped slightly when he realized that this cat was alive. His first thought was that he had to get her off the Thunderpath beefore a monster came along and really killed her. It looked like she was just barely clinging to life and his initial feeling was that he didn't want her to die. He walked over to her and gave her a careful sniff. He circled her at a safe distance so he would be able to easily jump back if she found the strength to jump up and attack him. "Hey," he grunted in an attempt to get her attention. "Are you awake? Can you hear me?" he asked. He paused his circling and strained his ears to try and hear if there was a monster coming or not. The road seemed clear for the moment, but that didn't mean he could let his guard down.
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Post by A N N I E on Oct 25, 2009 22:52:29 GMT -5
A voice interrupted her black dreams. Well, nothing was actually happening, she wasn't dreaming or anything, just kind of sitting there, waiting for death to close its slow grip on her. For a moment, she wanted to just go back to ignore the voice and waiting, but something seemed to push her to the surface of the black lake she was sinking in. Very slowly her left eye opened and rolled around warily before resting on a blurry object moving about. At first, it had no shape, just a blob pacing back and forth, but after staring at it for a full minute with her slitted eye, she recognized the figure as a cat. Painfully, she lifted her head to look at him, her left opening more to fashion the dull ice blue they were now. The right side of her face was red, raw, bleeding, and torn. The injury wrapped around to the back of her skull and her foggy eyes and slowly movements spoke of something every cat knew of. A bad head injury; a dangerous one. Frosteyes stared at him for a while longer, her pink nose flaring as she struggled to pick up a scent from the tom. Having traveled so long covered in blood and on the ThunderPath had nearly all but fried her nose tonight, but something in her distant memory triggered as she caught a faint scent from the tom over the stench of asphalt. Moors. Heather. Wind. It was the scent of the wind that triggered her sudden movement. She began to struggle to her paws, the sudden urge to die gone. WindClan wasn't her home, but ShadowClanners played a close part to wind itself for a clan that didn't live on the moor. Wind was important to ShadowClan for it 'chilled their hearts' and Frosteyes' broken memory was only thinking of one thing when she smelled the wind. Home. "WindClan?" She rasped out in a terrible voice, wincing visibly as her throat all but seemed to shatter and scrape together. Pain was beginning to come to her senses. Pain oh so bad. Her breath grew labored as she looked down at her chest, wondering why it was so tight and hot when everywhere else other than her face she was freezing. She stared at the wound, images flashing through her single open eye. The other was too swollen to open much at all, even though the wound on her face had not damaged it.
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Post by ♠ Spade ♠ on Oct 26, 2009 10:28:56 GMT -5
The black tom's heart gave another uneasy twitch when she started moving. There was something strange about the way she was reacting to him. Something far away seemed to be stirring behind the single bright blue eye that was open. When she struggled to her paws, he tensed his muscles, ready to rush forward and catch her if she fell. He watched her as she took in his scent and seemed to struggle with trying to remember something.
WindClan?
He stared at her for a moment. She knew of the Clans? He just figured he'd stumbled across some travel worn loner that had reached their limit and collapsed on the hard surface they were standing but now he wasn't so sure. He gave a slow nod. "Yes, I am from WindClan? You know of us?" he asked. His fluffy tail swished thoughtfully back and forth as he watched the injured she-cat. He could guess that when she wasn't in such a poor condition, she would be quite the looker, but just that thought made him feel nervous so he pushed it away.
He waited a moment longer before jumping slightly at the realization that he should be getting her help not asking how she knew about WindClan. Slowly and cautiously, he started walking towards you. "I'm trying to help you," he meowed in a tone that a warrior might use to soothe a frightened kit. "I'm going to take you back to my camp and see if my medicine cat can get you some help, okay?" he asked. Just from the way she was acting, he could tell that she might not be all there so he was speaking a bit slower then normal. She looked dazed and malnourished and she just looked like she was on her last legs. But he hadn't even expected her to move when he addressed her, let alone stand up. She was obviously stronger then he was giving her credit for.
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Post by A N N I E on Oct 26, 2009 15:08:36 GMT -5
She stared at him again for a long time, her dim eye swirling with broken thoughts. Did she know of them? Why wouldn't she? They were...were...A frown traced the undamaged side of her face as her ears flickered backwards. "I-I'm not sure. Everything is so...blurry," she murmured, her eye slowly tracing the pattern of his tail as it swished back and forth, trying to distract herself from lingering on the big empty hole in her mind that something was wrong with her other than being beaten, bloody, and half starved. She barely heard his words as he drew closer to her, but when he was a tail length away, she reacted. She looked at him strangely, a flash of sudden anger touching her face. He was talking to her as if she were a kit and she certainly did not approve. But the anger quickly faded, leaving the she-cat bewildered and even more confused. She recalled his words as he drew closer to her, her body automatically beginning to reverse away from him, shaking slightly. It remembered what had done the damage to her, but her mind did not. "Med...icine...cat?"
OOC: Sorry it's short, in a hurry to get dressed for work
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Post by †wigsnap on Oct 26, 2009 15:49:48 GMT -5
>>Ambergaze<< [/size][/right] The silence of the night seemed to dominate everything. It clouded her mind, it clouded her sight, it pressed on her ears so much it almost hurt. The melody the crickets played at this time of night was not there to comfort the she-cat, and, as you often do automatically in situations like this, her ears strained to pick up a noise... Anything... Even a fart would be okay.
There. Voices.... One sounded familiar, very much so. The other one sounded sickly and raspy, but she couldn't be sure from this far away.
With a half-hearted sigh, Ambergaze opened her eyes. She was in a hole in the ground that reeked of fox. She wasn't nervous, though. The fox had been driven off of WindClan territory a few days ago. As some of the warriors had predicted, she spotted it here again this evening. The fox had been small and weak, and also starving. WindClan's rabbit were far too fast for it to catch, so it obviously hadn't eaten for a long time. It was easy to drive it off, since she had taught it a lesson it wouldn't forget a few days ago when she tore it's ear off, and because of the previous factors. But it had been a long day, so Ambergaze had just taken a quick nap. It had actually ended up being longer than necessary...
Ebonyfur! Her little brother! That's who's voice it was! A jolt of panic ran through the deputy. Was he seeing a she-cat in secret? Her pelt bristled, but she took a deep breath and told herself to calm down. He would never do something like that. Even so, she thought she had better go investigate.
The tortoiseshell climbed out of the den and loped toward the sound. It felt good to have the wind blowing through her fur, the fresh, cool night breeze...
Until the stench of blood hit her full in the face.
Ambergaze's pace faltered as the sickening smell reached her. Her heart skipped a beat, the took off like a monster. Was her brother okay? Was her clanmate, littermate, denmate okay? She sprinted full speed across the moorland, until she reached the thunderpath where she could just barely pick out his silhouette in the night. He was okay-but the shape beside him wasn't.
The long-furred deputy loped over to the two cats. "Ebonyfur! What's going on?" she called as she reached them, her stunning amber eyes shrouded with confusion.
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Post by ♠ Spade ♠ on Oct 26, 2009 19:03:51 GMT -5
Ebonyfur sighed and stopped approaching her when he noticed she was moving back away from her for ever pawstep he took towards her. "Yes, the medicine cat. She and her apprentice can help and heal you," he meowed, his voice gaining a stiff tone. Even if she seemed to be afraid of him, she must know that she needed help. He began to wonder if she had a sort of deathwish; if she was one of those cats that didn't want to be saved. However, that wouldn't stop him from trying.
A cat calling out to him caught his attention and he glanced away from the weak she-cat before him to see who had joined them. A bit of relief washed through him when he recognized the fur and distinct eyes of his sister Ambergaze. He raised his tail in greeting and looked back to Frosteyes before explaining.
"Ambergaze," he began. "I found this cat laying on the Thunderpath. She's wounded and needs some help. I think we should get her back to Featherstorm and Cloudpaw," he explained. His gaze lingered on Frosteyes for a moment before flicking back to his deputy and littermate as if seeking her opinion on the matter. As the second in command of the Clan, perhaps she didn't think it was such a good idea to show the strange cat their camp. But he didn't think she would just turn her away, especially when the pale furred she-cat was in such a condition.
His ears twitched slightly as he started listening for monsters again. He couldn't let himself forget that he and the cream colored she-cat were both standing on the hard surface of the Thunderpath. It was a dangerous place to linger and his instincts were screaming at him to run back to the moors where the monsters couldn't come after him.
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Post by A N N I E on Oct 27, 2009 17:27:42 GMT -5
Her body has stopped advancing and she looked around in bewilderment. She hadn't remembered being on the side of the ThunderPath, only in the middle. She didn't hear the approach of the other cat until she spoke. It was like a bomb going off. Frosteyes spun around to face the approaching cat, a hiss of terror escaping her as she stumble a few paces away. Her body trembling, the cat reversed until she was safely off the ThunderPath, but at what cost? Her eye was wide in unexplainable and imagineable fright and terror. Her body was trembling more than a leaf on the wind. Her eyes darted around constantly, unsure of who was more dangerous. The one who was on the path, or the one who came running up to them? It took a few minutes before she calmed down enough, the dazed look once more covering the dangerous, wild eyes. Her face assumed a drowsy look and as her body swayed dangerously, she sat down before she could collapse. The dangerous look from before was completely gone, replaced by a broken, confused look ready to drop any second.
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Post by †wigsnap on Oct 28, 2009 17:17:50 GMT -5
>>Ambergaze<< [/size][/right] Ambergaze closed the distance completely as Ebonyfur greeted her through body language. She stood beside him as he explained how he had seen her on the thunderpath. The deputy paused, her gaze traveling over to where the bloody cat stood trembling. Her clan might not be too welcoming of this mysterious cat-but if they didn't help her and get her wounds some proper treatment soon, she would probably die.
Finally, she gave a curt nod. "Good idea. I feel bad about having to wake them up at this time of night-but this is an emergency." the tortoiseshell said to her brother.
Her amber eyes widened in shock as the she-cat stumbled off the thunderpath, obviously confused. Wen she sat down, Ambergaze padded towards her slowly, blinking reassuringly as she stood beside her. Her eyes clouded sympathetically as she saw how broken she looked, how scared.
"It's okay. We're going to help you, we're not going to hurt you. Our Medicine cat is trained well and will heal you, take the pain away. Don't be afraid. What's your name?" Ambergaze said softly in a gentle tone. She nudged her gently. "Are you strong enough to make it back to camp?"
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Post by A N N I E on Oct 28, 2009 20:21:03 GMT -5
>> Frosteyes stared at the ground in a stupor, feeling pain pulse in rhythm with her heart beat. Oddly enough though, it was not pain she couldn't bare. Something deep inside her told she had been through worse at some points in her life. But what points? When? Moons ago? Days? Seasons? Where? At home, a place she so desperately wanted to find? On travels she could not remember? WHY? Had she done something wrong? Was she a bad cat? Red eyes glowering, angry, hateful, hungry for blood.' The cream she-cat took in a sharp breath as the image flashed across her eyes, lingering briefly. But she didn't have time to dwell; the tortoiseshell was walking towards her, her gorgeous amber eyes flashing in the darkness of the night. Part of Frosteyes felt jealousy and anger rising. Why? This cat had done nothing? 'I bet she gets all the guys back in her clan. All the praise, all the attention...I bet she BELONGS,' a nagging voice, surprisingly familiar, muttered in her head. Frosteyes quivered at the malice in it. She didn't really feel that way, did she? About a cat who was only trying to help? 'Shut up, no one asked you for your opinion,' her own venomous words surprised her as she thought to the nagging voice, hearing it chuckle sadly, muttering something, but the voice was fading. And she so desperately wanted to know what it had said, something inside her felt as though it was important. But Ambergaze was talking to her, about their medicine cat. Of course she knew what a medicine cat was. It was coming back slowly, the information about the clans she DID know. But Ambergaze's personal question struck a cord and a look of confusion covered her face. Name? What was a name? Oh, wait, what she called herself. Frosteyes closed her own eyes, digging in her mind for the answer. She couldn't remember her family, if she had any, or her clan, her home, or where she belonged, but surely a name couldn't be so hard to remember? As she waited for the name to pop up, waited for it to form on her tongue like she knew it should, she felt a feeling a dread.
>> Nothing...not a single word came to mind at the mentioning of a name. Her mind was blank, a large, empty hole where she knew every bit of her personal life should sit was gone, completely. The names of the white she-cat and small kit from her memory for she KNEW it was a memory, were not there. Terror drew upon her face. "I...I...don't remember...I..." she paused as a faint memory rose to the surface. "Icepool," she stated, unconfident and unsure as it was obviously not her real name. But she would go by that name until it came to her. It was close, not perfect, but the meaning of it, the power behind the name, sounded familiar and StarClan knows, what she needed now was familiarity. The gentle nudging of Ambergaze and her soft tone were unfamiliar. What ever little Frosteyes knew, she knew that this kindness was unfamiliar...but she liked it. It was something she knew in her previous life she had not felt. Frosteyes nodded meekly at Ambergaze's last question. "I-I think so," she whispered, struggling to rise to a stand from her sitting position at the deputy's gentle encouragement. This place might not be home, for the ground felt to stiff under her paws, to smooth; she had expected something a little...colder, softer, pointy even in places, covered by great trees. But this was as close to home as she was going to get...for now.
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