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Post by Incognito on Sept 16, 2007 19:07:13 GMT 9
"My sister." Tarsen sighed after a pause. "I believe my parents died in a snow storm. But not my sister." He trailed off then finished. "I can feel it." He glanced at Tizzy, giving a slightly curious smile. "Fantasies?" He enquired. Not minding if she wanted to persue the subject of his sister, but wondering about her all the same.
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 16, 2007 19:18:10 GMT 9
At this, Tizzy felt her fur bristle in embarrassment. "Well...you know that I sort of...lived alongside the SandClan cats, but never with them? I spent most of my time wondering what it would be like if I was one of them. What it would be like to be a clan cat--I mean, I knew what it would be like, but putting myself into the clan, as a clanborn cat...it would've been...great. And at one point, that was all I wanted, and I thought I would be miserable for the rest of my life since I wasn't, and thought that being chased out was the end of life as I know it but..." at this, she gazed at Tarsen, black eyes shining with immense intensity, "...as it turns out, it's...well, it's just starting."
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Post by Incognito on Sept 16, 2007 19:22:39 GMT 9
Tarsen gaze twisted into Tizzy's and he purred sympathetically, though joyfully too at her last words. "I have an inkling of how you feel." He began slowly, as if getting the words out was difficult, then he started on, faster. "Before all I wanted was to find someone, wjo understood." He gave a purr. "And I did."
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 16, 2007 19:58:07 GMT 9
Tizzy purred at Tarsen's response. They stood there for a minuite before Tizzy broke the silence. "Well, I suppose we should get going so that we can be there by nightfall," she mewed, as she began padding along. Now, they were traveling along the way to the PineClan border. "So tell me about your sister," Tizzy added as the two cats walked along the border.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 16, 2007 20:04:09 GMT 9
A smile laced across Tarsen's face as he padded along by Tizzy's side. "She was independant." He began, then the rest came in a rush. "Always taking risks, enjoying life, she never let anyone get away with anything." The smile grew, though his paws shook. He resisted the temtation to add, except me. Instead he improvised. "We were best friends, she loved imagining, playing, but making things real, though she always hid her emotions if they were soft." He shook his head. "Maybe that's why she could play so well, to get away from everything else."
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 16, 2007 20:34:29 GMT 9
"Oh" Tizzy mewed. It sounded sort of like her. Imagining, wishing that she could be part of something, when in reality, it would never happen. They padded on for a while more, reaching the end of the SnowClan border. "So...then what happened?" She mewed heasitantly, "I mean, why did you two...split?" She hoped she wasn't being too nosy, and watched as the scenery changed from rocky mountain to frozen dirt and pine trees. [[Meet up at PineClan territory board! :3]]
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Post by Incognito on Sept 17, 2007 4:00:27 GMT 9
(Okies!)
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 19, 2007 19:38:42 GMT 9
Tizzy padded along the SnowClan border, Tarsen at her side, paws still tingling in excitement at the prospect of helping her friend find a long-lost relative. "We left late in the day yesterday, so we should get back to the no-lands around nightfall," Tizzy explained. "It must be nice knowing who your family is," she stated suddenly, gazing into the distance, "I would give anything to understand my origins...I...I just have this feeling, like I'm not fully a cat or something," she mewed heasitantly. Though this thought bothered her often, she had never admitted it to anyone--not that there had ever been anyone to admit it to.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 22, 2007 15:46:30 GMT 9
Tarsen glanced at her and gave a purr, "Maybe we can look for your family next!" He liked the idea, Tizzy's parents would probably look like her, same long neck, but he wasn't sure.
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 22, 2007 20:33:59 GMT 9
A wave of sorrow pulsed through Tizzy's deep black eyes. "I...I have no idea where or how to find them, I know nothing about my origins," she mewed softly, "Maybe we shouldn't go chasing after useless causes," she purred, touching her tail to his shoulder. Her voice was warm, but slightly sad. She really did appreciate the thought of her friend, the care that he showed, but Tizzy knew deep down that she'd never come close to finding her family. She never knew why, but somehow, she just understood this, and that was that.
[[ooc;;going to the no-lands territor again xDD]]
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 26, 2007 1:22:12 GMT 9
Dustwater's stay on the border of SnowClan territory wasn't long. She raced along, letting the falling snow cover her trail. She had no worries here, and she raced out, into no-land territory, her original destination... [[going to no-lands]]
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Post by ♫ admin on Oct 6, 2007 18:28:33 GMT 9
Dustwater loped onto the SnowClan border, belly twisting and turning the more she moved. Suddenly, there was a sharp, stabbing pain inside her stomach, and she stifled a yowl of pain, instead, continued to move on. A few fox-lengths away, she found herself collapsing in the snow, paws scrabbling furiously to dig out a den. She needed to shelter. She NEEDED to SHELTER! Yowling, she threw herself against a mound of snow, and cleared it out until it was like a small cave all around here. By now, the pain in her belly was excruciating, and she gave a loud, horrible yowl...
...She was weak. Blood glazed the small burrow, and her eyes were glazed with pain. There had been no cat to help her with the kitting, and she was having a hard time focusing. It was true. She had known it all along, and it was true. She had given birth to kits. But now, she had to get back to PineClan. There was no way she could carry the three mewing kits home, and she gave a horrible yowl of despair. Closing her eyes which were dripping with wet salty tears at the loss of her kits, she picked one, randomly, blindly, and stumbled out of the cave, trying to drown out the mewing kits in the background. They would die. There was no way to save them, and she knew it. She did nothing for them, knowing it would hurt even more to leave them if she did. Instead, she clutched that one mewing kit in her jaws, ready to defend it with her life should anything threatan it. This was her kit--her only kit, and nothing was going to happen to it.
She fought back to PineClan territory through the snow, leaving a muted trail of slightly reddish paw prints all the way.
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Oct 6, 2007 18:54:13 GMT 9
A pale silver shape slipped through the snow, his pelt blending in with it while the darker strip simply looked like shadows. His eyes were trained on a small bird a few tail-lengths away. The unfortunate creature was perched on a rock, probably because of the lack of trees, and was digging in to an equally unfortunate mouse. If Ghoststorm pounced soon, he would get both. Gathering his haunches, the tom lept forward silently and grasped the bird by it's neck, biting into it with a satisfying crunch. Having killed it, Ghoststorm kicked some snow over the bird and it's torn-up mouse. He would collect it later. Just then, Ghoststorm froze. He scented something else, something that had been masked by the scent of the bird. Blood. And lots of it. Wrinking his nose in disgust, Ghoststorm dashed over to the source of the stench and gave a horrified gasp. "Great StarClan!" He meowed feverently, swallowing the bile that rose in his throat. There seemed to be a small, hastily-made den clawed out of the snow but the powdery substance had been soaked in crimson blood. Taking another pace forward, the warrior wondered what on earth had caused such a mess. His ear pricked as he heard a rasping mew and he plunged into the den, regardless of the blood. There were two kits there. One seemed to be ginger but he couldn't be certain with all the blood. The other was some sort of tabby but was stiff alreadly. He bent down to pick up the reddish kit and met it's tiny gaze just in time to see the life die out of it. Ghoststorm faltered, overcome by sorrow for these poor, dead kits. What kind of a she-cat could leave them here to die? She must have been desperate. He backed out of the den slowly, tearing his gaze away from the unfortunate creatures, before going around the back of the den and kicking it in with his hind legs so that snow fell over the bodies and blood. It was a burial, of sorts.
Heart heavy at the horror he had just witnessed, Ghoststorm trotted dully back to camp, picking up his bird on the way. He would have to report this. Just as he left, a stray gust of wind blew a familiar scent towards him. PineClan? Was it possible? He shook his head, suddenly plagued by thoughts of his sister who had dissapeared in these mountains seasons ago. Had she ended up like that?
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Oct 7, 2007 17:11:05 GMT 9
Ghoststorm sniffed the air for a moment, detecting the scent of blood as he had done a while ago and padded forward gingerly to the caved-in den. Blood could still be seen in great quantitities but the kits' frozen bodied would need to be dug out if they were to get a decent burial. At least he would have saved them from being eaten by a bird of prey. "They're in there." He meowed, flicking his tail toward the blood and keeping his eyes off it, fixing them on Raindance isntead.
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Post by ♫ admin on Oct 7, 2007 17:31:04 GMT 9
"Right," Raindance growled determendly. Suddenly, she was leaping at the snow-cave, raking her claws through the powerdy, stained stuff, trying to find the kits. Finally, her claw hit something cold and hard. Wincing, she stuck her face into the snow, the stench of death and blood taking over her whole being. By the time she pulled her head out, and placed the first frozen kit down, the cave was a mess. In fact, it wasn't even a cave any more, more like a bloody, smelly pile of snow. Forcing herself to stick her head into the mound of snow once more, she brought out the second kit and placed it next to its sibling. The blood on their bodies was still there, frozen onto their skin, matted in their tiny strands of fur. The color was drained from their skin, and one had its mouth hanging open, as if it had died yowling for its mother. She cringed, biting back tears at the sight of the poor creatures. Still, salty water built up in her eyes, obscuring her vision. No doubt, the smell here was of PineClan. Not to mention the fact that blood-stained pawprints could be seen heading towards the PineClan border. "We must go to PineClan and tell them that we've found the kits...but...should we bring them?" she mewed softly, flicking her tail in the direction of the tiny frozen creatures. She ought to ask Moonstar, she realized. But for now, she'd dig them a proper grave.
Once the two kits were buried and the blood-splattered snow had been mixed around, melted, and mixed around again, Raindance stood up. She must smell like crowfood, she realized, but at that moment, all she could worry about were the poor, poor kits. "Let's go then," she mewed sadly, padding back up the mountain. Her tail drooped in the snow, leaving a trail all the way up. [[Camp board]]
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