My Perspective {Annie}

[❦Jadepaw❦]

>>Cats were interesting to watch. You start to notice things that no one else does after awhile. Certain traits for certain cats. This one tom.....she didn't know who he was. Dark grey, muscular, blue eyes. He was really.....strict looking. She instinctively felt wary of him. He was a cat not to be messed with. She had always noticed how he would flick his tail....just a tiny bit, before getting upset. Or that dark brown tabby tom. If he came out to the forest, the other cats would unknowingly glance his direction in admiration or irritation. Yet they never had any ill words about him....when he was in earshot. A leader. Someone not to be messed with. She liked him. He was interesting. The strangest was two she cats. Both injured. One was small..around Amber's age. She only had three paws. Poor thing. And the older one, the one with pale orange tabby fur. She only had one eye, ear and limped. What horrible thing had HAPPENED to her? Amber didn't know...but the most interesting of all the cats to watch were the normal apprentices. They were all interesting in their own little ways. All with little quirks about them. The big fluffy one...she'd heard them call her Frostpaw, had a certain air about her that Amber didn't like. The other tomcat, with darker markings on his face....a trickster, someone who sometimes took pranks too far. Amber wasn't too sure about him. And that white one with the grey markings. He was confusing. Not to mention the two black ones, and the tabby. There were so many it made her head whirl! No matter what, however.....Amber found herself yearning to know what they knew...to learn what they learned...to be one of them. Yet she knew that could never happen.

>>Strong claws gasped soft bark. The vantage point was amazing. The little she cat could see almost all of the territory that belonged to the cats called "thunderclan" She liked these cats. The soft grey she cat blinked and carefully walked out towards the end of the branch. It wavered under her and she felt a moment of panic. The graceful she cat lept from the branch and into the open air. Just as it seemed she was about to hit the ground, she caught another branch, on another tree. Like a flying squirrel. She wondered what the forest cats would think if they saw her...a strange flying cat. Her whiskers twitched at the thought of someone looking up and staring in surprise and maybe even awe. Uh oh. She thought as the scent got stronger. she wasn't just on the border anymore. She was IN Thunderclan territory. The cat stopped walking and thrust her claws deep into the bark. After a few seconds, she balanced and sat down as if nothing happened. No one will find you here.....they only climb trees for fun and it seems no one is on a.....a group of cats... The loner didn't know what a patrol was. She felt stupid for not knowing but ignored it.

>>The sounds of forest birds came to her ears. They chirped happily in the treetops above, flitting around happily in the warm green leaf sun. It wasn't a hot day, yet not cool either. It felt more like a newleaf day than a greenleaf one. A lone little cloud drifted lazily past, above Amber's head. She sighed softly. That's me. A few moments passed and another cloud trailed behind. It was alittle bigger, but not as fast. The she cat closed her eyes for a moment and listened to the forest. The sound of a mouse, scuttling through the leaves. The birds chirping, the squirrels chattering annoyingly. Amber wished she could just be a bird or a mouse or a squirrel. Better than being lonely...I guess that's just my perspective She sighed and let her tail droop, swinging it back and forth. It looked like a hook dangling about the branches. Oh well.....at least the only way to go is up! She smiled but not out of happiness. Self assurance....better than bringing herself down.

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Notes: weird and spacey post..... @_@ ya sorry 'bout that one. >_<'
Muse: bad
Listening To: Behind These Hazel Eyes: Kelly Clarkson
Word Count: 756

[A N N I E]

Constant. Annoying. Mumbling. Oh StarClan help the poor tom before he went nuts. But then again...Sootpaw was already down that road, and if it as genetic, then Fogpaw was doomed at well. Fogpaw loved his brother dearly, yes he did, but there where times when even he could not put up with Sootpaw. Sootpaw was sitting next to him, muttering under his breath incohert words. The large, moonwashed apprentice rolled over, wincing as sunlight lanced at his clear eyes painfully, to stare at his elder brother. The three brothers were out side the camp, beside the entrance. Sootpaw had gotten them in this mess, though it was a strange punishment. Treestar was strange about punishing them then again. Fogpaw looked at his brooding eldest brother on his other side. The tom was STILL moping over his broken record of Gatherings, but he had chosen to stay behind. Good thing to, because no sooner had they left, had Sootpaw struck. Fogpaw and Echopaw were only here, sitting doing aboslutely NOTHING, because they had volunteered to watch Sootpaw in his punishment. What was that you may ask? Well...Sootpaw was to sit just outside the camp entrance underneath a tree, listening to the forest around him, yet not aloud to move more than two tail lengths away from the tree they were under. A stupid punishment, but yet, perfect for Sootpaw, whom could not stand being out of camp and yet not able to do anything. It. Was. Torture. Fogpaw gave the gray and white brother a soft smack with his paw. "Quite ya' yammering. You got yourself into this. Why did you HAVE to go and mess up Poppyfire's herb storage, put mouse bile in the elders' beds, and TREESTAR'S as well? Do you seriously want to die? Or kill me? My eyes hurt like BloodClan!" Sootpaw winced and moved away from the small 'cat-pile' he and his brothers were in. With Fogpaw in the middle, the three had been casual stretch out side by side.

"Echopaw said even I wouldn't dare do it. That's a challenge! It was too good to pass up, especially with EVERYONE at the Gathering! I've never been able to pull a prank on Treestar before!" The ashen marked brother stood up, a grin on his striped face. "Dude! I'm the first, like, eva' to pull a prank on our leader! Isn't it like, AWESUM'!" Fogpaw rolled his eyes and looked at Echopaw, who was pointedly looking away. "You just HAD to provoke him, didn't you? Man, I'm gonna' go back to the den. Forget this. I mean, look at who I have for a brother." Sootpaw was back to mumbling to himself, collecting leaves with one paw and pushing other away with his other paw. Fogpaw stood, shook his massive body free of leaves and bits of grass, before trekking away. Echopaw's deep, barely used voice was heard, stopping Fogpaw from head into the welcome shade of the tunnel. "Go for a walk in the forest. You need to get your eyes used to daylight sooner or later. Might as well now when you won't have warrior duties tonight after the Gathering. I'll stay...with the mouse. Just don't head into open ground and you'll be fine. I'll cover for you, tell Treestar Flamepelt suggested it, which he did a couple of days ago." Fogpaw didn't dare sigh. When his eldest brother spoke like that, he'd best obey; besides, Echopaw was the one you COULD count on to cover for you. Fogpaw turned around and picked up a steady jog, thick muscles rippling under his smooth white pelt outlined in pale silver. After a while, Fogpaw stopped, sensing eyes on him. He'd always been good at that. Above him, he looked up, wincing as the sunlight pierced his eyes, though his sharp eye sight kicked in after a few painful moments. There. Something was in the tree and not entirely squirrel. He could hear the insistent chattering as they badgered him to move on and the large, nearly adult-sized tom did see the squirrels on a few lower branches moving about. Bark fluttered down and into the tom's clear eyes, making him yelp in pain at the sudden intrusion. He pawed fiercely at his eyes, only succeeding in making it worse. Great...Poppyfire was gonna' have his hide for sure.

[❦Jadepaw❦]

Yes, the forest was beautiful, she couldn't doubt it. But of course...it wasn't just a thing one was to look at. It was the forest cats' home...they lived here, working and fighting together. To Amber, it was a mysterious, almost fictional forest full of secrets and sometimes lies. She'd heard much about the forest cats, back when she lived with the others.

"I once saw one with claws as long as a cat's tail!"
"Oh YEAH?! One time, I saw one kill his own clanmate and take him back to camp!"
The sounds of the toms bickering away at who saw the most frightening forest cat was so annoying, Amber wanted to claw herself to death. They sat in a stone alleyway, the sounds of water trickling down the walls beside them all around. It was the only good place to get a fresh drink of water. Amber sat, licking her grey paw. A few others sat beside and across from her. They were all in a large circle around the two bickering toms, Shell and Scar. "Look, Shell! All I'm sayin' is that this guy was HUGE! I mean, he could jump in here and kill everyone one o' us!" No one knew where Scar was from...he had been a kittypet from a long, long LONG ways away and meowed differently than the others. "Scar, this is ridiculous. The cat I saw was much larger and fiercer. No point. Done." They continued, pelts bristling and their meows rose with anger every sentence. Amber felt the air crackle like lightning and everyone knew a fight would break out. "ENOUGH!" A deep snarl came from behind the cats. Everyone turned and Shell and Scar stopped immediately. "Shell! Scar! Can you NOT fight for more that three sunrises?! Go hunt! Do something! WE don't want to hear your bickering!" Everyone mewed quietly in agreement. When 7 spoke, cats listened. His name was 7...Amber didn't know why, but it was. He was feared, respected and even loved. Everyone had a reason to know 7. The tom stood up and sat in the center of the cats, where Shell and Scar had stood. "There have been a few reports of kittypets in OUR alleyways. I say we show them what's what....don't you agree?" Everyone meowed. Amber was a younger cat then...she didn't know what to do. "Yeah.." She said quietly. The she cat beside her, a kind mottled brown cat patted her shoulder with her tail. "Don't worry dear. You'll learn to love it"

>>Amber cringed at the thoughts. Fighting...she didn't like it..unless completely nesssacary, what was the point? She sighed and looked around. It was still quiet but...something was off. She pricked her ears up and closed her eyes. Very, very faintly she could pick up the sound of a cat's pawsteps. Slowly they became louder and louder. Amber looked down, heart thudding loudly in her chest. The white and grey tom, with blue eyes, was walking around, wincing at the sunlight. Maybe he's more of a night hunter. I do that sometimes too. She watched as his head turned up and he squinted in the bright sun. Amber froze and stopped moving her tail, forgetting to balance. A piece of bark fell down and hit him square in the eyes. He yelped in pain and tricked to paw it out. Nice one, Amber!! She leaned down, as she couldn't see him, and felt her balance weaken. In a split second she was hanging by her front paws to the branch. Desperately, the she cat tried to get a grip with her back legs. No luck. Her claws started to slip and then released completely.

>>Falling wasn't like flying...well..maybe the first five seconds but..still. The air rushed around her, and nothing came to Amber's mind nothing but.. I'm falling...I should land now! The white and grey tom got closed and close and Amber reached out with her paws. They barely grazed the bark, and make her slow down alittle. The ground came. The grey tabby hit the ground with all four paws, just a few cat tails away from the tom's nose. She staggered alittle at the impact, and felt her legs wobble. She panted once and looked up slowly. The tom stood just ahead, looking at her. She gulped silently and stood, legs spread alittle, brilliant amber eyes flashing with shock and worry. What would this tom do with her? She studied his electric blue eyes for a moment and then let out a breath. "Erm...I.." She stopped lamely and stared, waiting to be yelled at or attacked.

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Notes: Ah, random memories...I rock at random memories....SORRY. >
Muse: making a comeback!
Listening To: N/A
Word Count: 840

[A N N I E]

Large, sharply pointed ears tilted forth as he heard movement. The white tom had succeeded in removing enough debris from one milky blue eye to see and what he did see just about astonished him. A cat...falling from the tree...wait, HIGH above the tree. And she was going much to fast. Instinct kicked in. Fogpaw's developed, thick muscles coiled, his pelt rippling with the movement. Hindlegs literally seemed to snap him forward as the white tom dove to at least try and soften the falling she-cat's landing. He fell short, stopping his approach when he realized she had straightened herself out. Fogpaw's jump had brought him dangerously close to the she-cat and even though Fogpaw's nose and brain told him she was not of ThunderClan and an enemy, another part of his brain kept Fogpaw frozen. Their eyes were locked onto each other's and Fogpaw could not find himself able to tear away from her deep, brilliant amber eyes. Suddenly, his brain screamed at him. Fogpaw's eyes scanned her closely. She was young, younger than him, but definately not a kit. Her skinniness told him she lived on her own, but she was obviously very strong and healthy to have been so high in the tree nor would she had stuck her landing...speaking of which. As Fogpaw's eyes caught sight of her trembling legs, he stepped forward, not realizing just how close they were to touching. He sniffed delicately at the limbs, which in his opinion, were much too like WindClan's compared to ThunderClan.

Satisfied she was not critically hurt, Fogpaw stepped back. He knew he should be questioning what she was doing on their turf, but part of him did want to. He didn't want to confront that this pretty little she-cat was not part of his clan, therefore untouchable...if she even could stand to look at him. "Are you alright?" His voice was surprisingly deep for someone his age. In fact, Fogpaw looked every bit the age of a nearly full grown adult, about 12 moons. He instantly picked up on her fear scent and his ears, large but still lovely shaped, tilted back in a friendly manner. His impossibly long tail curled into multiple serpantines over his back. "I'm not like them. Or who ever you are afraid of." He spoke simply, even though he knew he was one of the most closed minded of the ThunderClanners. ThunderClan was known for going against the warrior code to help another clan if it was necessary, but Fogpaw was one of the few to ever think of anything about the other clans that went farther than the full moon peace treaty at Gatherings. But...this loner had certainly intrigued him. If she was so good at traveling by tree, who knows how long she'd been watching them?

[❦Jadepaw❦]

>>It took her a moment to realize what was happening. The shock of her fall had temporarily stunned her. She had no idea what was going on, except for they were locked onto each other, staring like a vain cat near a stream. His eyes were the brightest shade of blue. An amazing color, lighter near the pupil. She'd never seen a cat with eyes like those. She silently wondered if he had sight problems. It might be so, as he tended to squint just slightly. Maybe he's a night hunter... She murmured at the back of her mind. She was to focused on his movements and eyes. He looked her over and then stepped forward, sniffing her legs. Being so close to him sent a shock through her body. He smelled of....fresh forest, and cats whom she did not know. It was intriguing, to say the least.

>>He was a well muscled cat, with large, pointy ears and an unwordly long tail. He was unique....Amber found herself interesting in him. He's different....like me The grey she cat was glad to have a closer look, even if she was going to be attacked or something...thought he didn't act like it. But still, seeing a forest cat so close up was a thing to remember. She wanted to remember it for a long time, this memory. "Are you alright?" His voice jolted her awake from her internal ranting. She felt abit surprised by the deepness of his voice. He didn't look very old, but older than her, if you understand. She watched as his ears tilted back, showing something of friendliness. Amber relaxed and let out a quiet breath. His tail curled up on his grey back and he meowed again. "I'm not like them. Or who ever you are afraid of." She blinked slowly. Thunderclan? He's not like the rest of them......I believe that...should I? He's certainly not like the rogues and other alley cats... "Yes...I'm fine....and..." She trailed off for a moment and looked at his strange, unique eyes. "I believe you" The grey cat tilted her head just slightly to the side, ears up and attentive. She wanted to catch every word, every meow.

>>This was so strange.....he didn't attack. She smiled softly, but more to herself than to him. Whoever he was, Amber noticed something about him. She hadn't before, in the trees..probably because she didn't get a close enough look. Should I trust him? He doesn't seem to threatened by me...ha, why should he, unless he attacked first? But...why do I get the feeling something's...wrong? Amber did not know of clan boundaries and restrictions. All she was able to get was that the forest cats needed every piece of prey they had for their clan....though sometimes she'd sneak a small mouse, down by the sunny rocks near the river. She didn't know that the tom SHOULD be attacking her, he SHOULD be running her off or threatening her life but.....he didn't. She knew something was off, but couldn't put her little grey paw on it. He's kind. He's just........being considerate She though with a blink of her brilliant amber eyes. "If you don't mind my asking.....who are you?" Oh nice question, Amber. GREAT thing to say.

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Notes: over 600 words. I'm adequate. T__T
Muse: fallin. >__<'
Listening To: I'll Be there - Jackson Five (technically the state farm commercial version)
Word Count: 636