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Post by ripped. on Jun 12, 2008 11:55:00 GMT -5
A tortoiseshell feline was perched on the edge, her forepaws a dangling off the side, her head resting on the edge so she could gaze down at the clear, blue water, and down the edge of the old ship. The water was brushing against the old, worn wood. The femme let out a sigh, her eyes an amber color...pain, happiness, and longing all swarming in her audits.
Happiness because her son has kits of his own now and another one of her kits is now leader of BeachClan. The pain represented how much it hurt not to have her mate, Hawkflame, beside her anymore, but to know he was watching her from DreamClan...with only an occasional visit that only lasted a few moments. Longing because she ached for things to be the way it was...her kits youthful and the way every new warrior should be, her sleeping in the warrior den beside them, and her mate alive, by her side.
Terrornight gazed out at the horizon, red streaking the sky as the sun was on it's way down, to drown in the ocean again. She wondered where Flowerpetal was...the she-cat had disappeared before Hawkflame had died. It was hard enough, accepting one of her first-borns was gone. Then her mate died. The pain felt fresh in that moment, as though Dreamheart had told her the news just earlier that day. Mom...D-Dad's dead. A shark killed him. [/b] Moisture glistened on her maw as a few tears strayed.[/size][/center][/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Jun 12, 2008 18:16:46 GMT -5
A slender, black tom approached the boat and the femme, his bright green eyes noticing the tears that streaked down his mother's face. His ears pricked up slightly as he quickened his pace slightly. The sound of his pawsteps on the deck of the ship echoed slightly as he made his way over to his mother's side. When he was right beside her, he jumped up onto the edge so he could be closer to her.
"Mom..." He murmured, his bright green eyes beginning to well up with tears. "Please don't cry. I know you're thinking about dad again...." As he mentioned his father, who had been slaughtered right in front of him, tears began to roll down his muzzle. Why couldn't it have been me? He thought, looking down at his paws.
"I know you miss dad, I do too..." He began. "But he wouldn't be too happy if he saw us sitting here crying. Lets try to brighten up a bit, for his sake." The ebony tom attempted to smile, the corners of his maw turning up slightly. He looked over at his mom, flicking her gently with his long tail. He just wished she was happy.... [/center] |
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Post by ripped. on Jun 12, 2008 18:41:34 GMT -5
Terrornight heard her son's pawsteps, and saw him leap up beside her out of the corner of her eye. She saw tears trailing down his own muzzle, and she got into a sitting position, nuzzling her muzzle into his neck. It was an affectionate gesture, something she did into his fur when he was only a little kit, his eyes not even open. She smiled a little at the happy memory. Her pink tongue flicked over his ear, and she gave him a half-hearted smile.
"It's not only your father...it's your sister, too." A thorn pierced her heart, speaking of Flowerpetal. "She's just been..gone, without a trace. I just miss them both. And I guess it's also me in my old state...all my memories finally ganging up on me." She rambled a little. It was true; she was getting to be old, and within the next few moons should retire from her warrior duties. She'd resigned from her medicine cat duties moons ago, but she'd definitely feel grief not to be able to come out here and just gaze at the beautiful scene that was the horizon.
"So, how are you and Bluewave?" Terrornight asked, referring to his mate. They had kits, she knew, and the thought of her being called 'Grandma' made her let out a little chuckle. Thankfully, she wasn't called that. Just 'Mom', and 'Terrornight'. [/color][/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Jun 13, 2008 10:27:27 GMT -5
The tom's eyes brightened up at his mother's attempt at a smile. He nodded in agreement when she talked about his sister. It had been so long since he had seen her. Was she still alive? If so, where was she? He could only wish that he knew the answers. "I miss Flowerpetal too, mom." He murmured, his voice barely a whisper. It had been hard to deal with her disappearance, as they had been close as kits and apprentices.
"Bluewave is doing fine though." His smile growing as he thought of his mate. "I'm so proud of her, being deputy and all. Especially with Memorystar being leader." He joked, looking over at his mother. He was very proud of his younger brother, and he knew that Terrornight was too. It was kind of weird with your younger brother having control over you, but Dreamheart didn't mind. He was content with being a regular warrior.
"The kits are doing great too." He added. "They're all warriors now. Memorystar just gave Skypaw her warrior name the other day. She was the last one to get it." Thinking of his kits made Dreamheart happier. He was proud of them, and knew they would make the most out of their lives. [/center] |
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Post by ripped. on Jun 13, 2008 10:43:52 GMT -5
Her eyes changed to a brown, happy to see her own son lead a good life, with a mate by his side who made him happy. Terrornight was glad that Dreamheart can have his love by him, even if she can't. "Yes, your brother has come a long way. Just like his father." She mewed, only without the pain in her voice. It was true; Memorystar followed in his father's footsteps, to become leader. She was proud of him, even though it was a little odd, a mother's kit being leader, therefore having power over her. Life moves on, though.
"It's good to know our Clan has some fine warriors," Terrornight commented, referring to Dreamheart and Bluewave's kits. "I'm going to miss sleeping with you all in the warriors' den, when I retire." She turned to look out at the ocean, the sun's rays reflecting off the water. "I'm really going to miss this, though." She murmured, more to herself, her gaze not tearing from the horizon. As the normal sea breeze blew by, a scent caught her attention by such surprise that she stiffened. Flowerpetal? "What?" Terrornight whispered, her eyes clouding over with confusion.
"Well, well, well. A family get-together. How lovely." A malicious voice sneered from behind them. Terrornight whirled around to face a large, dark tabby. One of his white paws were placed on a ashey gray femme's throat, her amber eyes wide with fear. Terrornight gasped and her voice got caught in her throat as recognition flooded her expression, staring at her daughter, Flowerpetal, in disbelief. She took a step foward, claws unsheathed, but the tom's claws poked out as well. "Ah ah, nope. Take another step, and her throat gets slashed open."
ooc - sorry if the last paragraph is a bit confusing xP [/center][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Jun 13, 2008 20:57:36 GMT -5
Dreamheart whirled around to look at the tom behind him, his green eyes filled with confusion. One second he had been talking to his mom about their lives, the next his long-lost sister was trapped by some strange tom. Dreamheart glared at the tom, his green eyes narrowed as his gums were drawn back to reveal his sharp, white teeth. "Take your paws off of her." He hissed angrily, unsheathing his claws into the wooden surface of the ship.
He moved over beside his mom, putting his tail up in front of her, as if he was telling her to stay back. "And what if I take another step?" He asked. "The same? Who in Dreamclan's name are you?"
OOC: Sorry, short [/center] |
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Post by ripped. on Jun 17, 2008 9:55:41 GMT -5
The dark tabby's white maw turned up a little at the BeachClanner's reaction. "Crimsonstorm." Was his answer. "And the consequences, for you stepping forward, may be the same. That's for me to know, and for you to find out." A malicious gleam was dancing in Crimsonstorm's emerald audits.
Terrornight's claws dug into the old wood, anger coursing through her veins. Flowerpetal looked so much smaller than she original was..like she had a hard time after leaving the Clan. Terrornight longed to ask why she left, but this was not the time and place. "Let her go! What good is it to you, holding a BeachClan cat hostage?" If she weren't close to retiring to an elder, she'd leap at him and rip his fur off.[/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Jun 17, 2008 14:15:07 GMT -5
Dreamheart's eyes narrowed even more as he hissed at the arrogant tom who was holding his sister down. "Don't worry, mom." He whispered. "I'll free Flowerpetal." He blinked once, his green eyes showing no emotion. He knew he must do something, but he must act fast. Without any warning, he lunged at Crimsonstrom, barreling into him. He could only hope that this would cause the tom to release his sister, and that he released her before slitting her throat. [/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by ripped. on Jul 12, 2008 22:23:58 GMT -5
Crimsonstorm, partially prepared, was bowled over by the BeachClanner. He growled in frustration, but used his muscular legs to dig his back claws into the tom's stomach, pushing him off, scrambling to his own paws. He hissed, his fangs bared before leaping at the tom again.
While the two toms were in a mess of claws and fur, Terrornight rushed up to her daughter when she no longer had the thread of claws to her neck. "Flowerpetal, are you okay? What'd he do to you?" She asked, but the femme lying on her side only took in deep breaths, and it was obvious to the former medicine cat that her daughter needed some herbs or some sort of source of energy.
ooc - sorry it sucks, I'm having some writer's block >.< and can we pretend Crimsonstorm's not deputy yet during this? [/center][/blockquote] |
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