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[.feather//oceana.]

xx.//I used to rule the world.]]

Through an ample sylvan terrain, mighty winds blew, making it difficult for the nearly white tom to move. His pale blue orbs scanned the undergrowth as he watched leaves being blown by, whipped into the air like feathers. Each pawstep was an effort, but it was satisfying.

xx.//Seas would rise when I gave word.]]

Northfrost loved hunting here. It was the thing that seemed to offer some sort of test anymore. He loved to test his strength. It was him against nature. His ice blue gaze focused on a plump mouse ahead, clawing desperately the ground, trying to save itself from being swept away.

xx.//Now in the morning I sleep alone.]]

It couldn't run, and the pale gray tom felt guilty killing something that could not have a chance to live. So he waited, perched in his hunter's crouch, his eyes pierced through the mouse. With a squeal that was lost in an instant in the howling wind, the mouse began to blow away. It was now that Northfrost pounced, landing precisely on his target. He delivered the fatal bite, satisfied with his catch.

xx.//Sweep the streets I used to own.]]

He forced himself against the wind and took shelter under a sturdy pine tree. It was here that he buried his catch, and settled down, satisfied. Northfrost's muscles were tired from straining against the wind. It was amazing to him that one kill could drain so much energy from him. He crouched down on his haunches and rested, eyes scanning the windy undergrowth for any other signs of life.

xx.//I used to roll the dice.]]

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[raven]

gracewhisper

[.feather//oceana.]

xx.//Feel the fear in my enemies eyes.]]

In his haste to relax, Northfrost had not noticed the femme sitting mere tail lengths away from him under the massive pine tree. He opened his mouth to speak, being the social cat he was, but his words were swept away with the wind. The tom knew he would have to move closer.

xx.//Listen as the crowd would sing.]]

Pine needles blew in his face as he forced himself to turn around. He was now caught in the direction that the wind was blowing, and it was not so much of a struggle to move. Northfrost was greatful, it gave his aching muscles the break they needed. Unexpectedly, a particularly strong gust swept Northfrost up along with it. His feet slid along dead pine needle covered earth. He arched himself backwards in an attempt to dig his heels into the ground and stop himself, but it was useless. "Ahh watch out!" he yelled when he realized that he was heading directly towards his clanmate.

xx.//Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!.]]

However, it was too late, a second later he tumbled over the small femme and landed on his back. As if on cue, the strong gust finally released him from its hold. Ugh great! He'd just made a total fool of himself. Abrubptly Northfrost sprung to his paws as if no wind were blowing at all. He smoothed the ruffled fur on his chest. "Sorry about that," he meowed loudly to beat out the wind, unable to look the femme in the eyes. The tom was utterly embarassed. "My name is Northfrost," he introduced himself, changing the subject. He hoped the femme would be able to hear him.

xx.//One minute I held the key.]]

[raven]

[/color] Gracewhisper mewed shyly, shuffling her paws as she looked at the ground. Her tail uncurled from her back leg, curling around her dainty paws before her eyes flicked up to the tom. "I am Gracewhisper."
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[.feather//oceana.]

xx.//Next the walls were closed on me.]]

Northfrost was then able to glance up from his paws and look at the femme he had bowled over. He took a step back in disbelief. She was beautiful. Her creme colored pelt reminded him of the sandflowers he had seen atop of the volcano where camp was located. And her eyes; he had never seen such blue eyes in any other cat before. The tom could feel his own navy eyes sparkling as he took an awestruck survey of the femme.

xx.//And I discovered that my castles stand.]]

"Uhm," Northfrost snapped back to attention when he realized that Gracewhisper was awaiting a response from him. He mentally scolded himself for staring, and hoped she hadn't noticed..."Hello Gracewhisper," he dipped his head. The tom noticed the small size of the femme in comparison to himself. "You're not hurt are you?" he meowed with concern. He racked his brain for what to say next as he awaited her response. Truth being, he was never very good at speaking with she-cats.

xx.//Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sand.]]

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