Fragile

Onderwerp: Fragile ma 25 jun 2012 - 22:38

_{Two deep pools of blue gazed around the clearing which formed the camp. The moon was still rising but the stars already came out. A very small and thin cat lay on her side, the half eaten carcass of a robin lay next to her. While her eyes followed every movement that happened in the camp, didn’t she move an inch. Not that she needed to, no one would disturb her or even take her out on a ‘dangerous patrol’. She already earned her Warrior name, for approximately two moons ago but they kept treating her like she was made out of glass and she could crack anytime. All right, so she was the first period of her life only sick or even close to life threatening sick .. but that did’'t mean she was fragile. She could hunt, in fact she was one of the best hunters in the whole Clan, she could climb. The only thing she didn’t do was fighting. Last time a badger entered their territory, she was out with Icespirit and Featherwing on a small hunt when the creature appeared. They both practically yelled her out of the territory, so she just ran al the way back to the camp razing the alarm. Okay, so she had the size of a ‘big for his age’ apprentice, but she was fully capable of raising her paw. Wintersoul slowly came up and shifted herself in a sitting position with her tail neatly curled over her front paws. The medicine cats told her last time she visited for het weekly check-up that they were not sure if she could even have kits. Since she was so small and pretty much like a magnet to diseases and problems, they exclaimed that it wasn’t recommended. With a heavy heart and a unpleased knot in her underbelly she left their den and found a quite spot to rest. Everyone threaded her like she was a helpless kit, but she wasn’t! She survived Whitecough and even Greencouch! She was an adult now, and she earned her Warrior name and still carried it with pride! Annoyed she shifted with her claws until she could not bare it anymore. She turned to the entrance of the camp and left without a word to the cats flanking the entrance. She could almost feel their gazes burn in her back. Slowly walking in a pace that wasn’t too fast she trotted towards the Starlake. She needed some peace and quite now, not gazes of fear and worry. When she arrived she almost immediately dropped to her paws and lay down on her belly. She yawned and closed her eyes. Slowly drifting away.

+ Paradox}

Onderwerp: Re: Fragile di 26 jun 2012 - 15:25

_{This wasn't the first time that he entered the SkyClan territory. In fact he has been here a couple of times. Not that he knew why, but he likes it, to do things that are against the law. And in SkyClan, there aren’t cats how could possibly know him and for that he was grateful. Some cats of that awfull ThunderClan still recognize him, he hates that. He didn’t want to be remember of his time with that terrible Blackpaw name. Not that he knows much about that. A few cats had told him that and that he lost his parents, that he was a ThunderClan born and that his name was Blackpaw. But he was hit by a monster, what caused him amnesia. Now the black cat with sharp claws an yellow/green eyes was a loner, living on his own, perfect. No rules, no stupid laws and above all, no StarClan shizzle. It was not that he didn’t believed in StarClan, in fact he did, but the Clan cats made it so ... like it was heaven. After he was hit by that monster, something has changed in his mind. It was pretty normal that he could hear voices, talking to him or to each other, but know there were a lot more. And that scared him. Also told those voices him that he had escaped death and that, that was the reason why he didn’t believe in StarClan anymore. That sounds like a rightful reason, right? But that was just the start. A few more things happened, after that. But that’s for another time.
Now, the former ThunderClan cat was in the SkyClan territory and he just picked up a scent he didn’t recognized. It smelled like a she-cat, older than him. It made him curious, so he had decided that he should follow the scent. And so, he met her. A beautiful white cat with clear blue eyes. She looks younger than that she was, he knew that for sure. The black cat was staring at her from the bushes, just like some crazy stalker. Well, he was crazy, but not a stalker. Right? It looks like she didn’t saw him, good for him. With a smile on his face, he came out of the bushes and walks upon her. ”You’re from SkyClan, right? What are you doing here, without some other cats?” He was pretty suspicious, there could be other cats around here. It could be a trap, maybe this white cat was just a bait. He swallowed. No, that couldn’t be, he didn’t smell anybody else. He sighed softly and his yellow/green eyes looked upon her.}

[Ik haal tijden en shizzle altijd door elkaar, dus vergeef me de fouten xD]

Onderwerp: Re: Fragile di 26 jun 2012 - 16:06

_{Listening to the silence that surrounded the small she-cat, she felt her mind dozing off. Wintersoul was close to falling asleep actually, but a small voice told her that it would be wise to go back to the camp before she would catch a cold. Allright, it was Greenleaf (?) but she was so weak that she could even pick up Greencough in the middle of Greenleaf. When she thought she heard a sound she turned her ears and her head slightly to the right. When she opened her deep blue eyes and looked to the intruder a deep voice rumbled in her ears. She took her time to respond. Slowly pushing her body up until she stood totally straight, she turned slowly around and thought for a minute of running. If she was attacked now, death was possibly right around the corner. Peeking around it, waiting to strike at his target. A shiver flew down her spine while she flexed her claws and softly mewed, not even trying to sound threatening. “Yes, and why would I need others around to take a break in my own territory?” Or she was now famous, and her weak presence was known in every Clan or beyond, or he just was aiming for her small, and fragile appearance. Okay, so she was a bit taller than a apprentice, but size didn’t matter. ’Who am I fooling? In this world, size does matter!’ She thought annoyed. The tip of her tail flicked agitated while she sighted and tried to place the smell that hung around the cat. He was huge, jet-black, and had determent, almost forcing yellow/green eyes. On the other hand, compared to herself everything looked huge. Coolly she mewed “You don’t belong here, get out” If she would dash to the camp now, she could make it. Catching the cat off guard, but she was way too stubborn to do that. She would need to die first before she would do wise things. Since she was treated like a blind kit since she was born, with reasons of course, she wanted to prove to everyone that she could handle an intruder! Allright, a badger would be suicide but she could distract it! Not run away from it, because her ‘older and wiser’ clan mates told her to do so. Wintersoul shifted her paws and flexed her claws, waiting for an answer. Eyes focused in the ice cold eyes of her murderer. Wait what? Murderer? She was thinking of dying, right now, right here. Maybe it was just a cat who wanted to impress her, or just frighten her. She was told that outsiders who not belonged to Clans live to murder, but now she saw why. It was just a story to keep kits in the den at night, or to keep useless, fragile she-cats from venturing too far alone. She turned her gaze away, eyes burning with anger. When a soft gust blew around she shivered, feeling that she was actually very cold. Great. Why couldn’t she just be normal, like everyone else? She returned her gaze and locked her eyes with those of the stranger, immediately wishing she didn’t. Damn, it was now or never. She could still make it if she would dash for it ..}

Onderwerp: Re: Fragile di 26 jun 2012 - 16:45

_{The white cat was nearly asleep when he spoke. It looks like he did disturb her little beauty sleep. Well, not that he gives a fck. It really doesn’t matter, he thought. But, he could have let her sleep and go on with his journey in this territory. But, she was awake now, so he needs to do something about. He wasn’t really a fighting type, not always. His “other half” was the fighter, he was the more quite and peaceful part of his mind. Paradox sighed, sometimes it was difficult to have two minds in you. And even if the other half of his mind takes over, than he got a problem. Because he can’t handle that. When that happened, he’ll change into some massive murderer without a mind. Damn, he hated when that happened.
The black cat looked up when he heard the voice of the white she-cat. ”Yes, and why would I need others around to take a break in my own territory,” she said to him. Paradox forced his body to sit down and his tail curled around his paws. ”Maybe you do, maybe you don’t,” he spoke to her with a trace of sarcasm in his voice. He looked right in her blue eyes and smiled. This could be a great afternoon. He was an intruder, she was a clan cat who doesn’t want to fight. He knows that, because if she would, she had attacked him already. He giggled like he was completely crazy and watched the white cat. Should he ask for her name? No, she wouldn’t say it to him, never. Maybe it is better to wait, maybe she had some more to tell him.
”You don’t belong here, get out!” Oh, the little she-cat gets angry. What lovely. He smiled a little and stands up. ”And you think that I shall listen to a cat that’s looks just like an apprentice. Yeah, right.” His yellow/green eyes looked deep into hers. ”You don’t belong here either. You don’t like it in this clan. Everybody is worried about you, they think you’re weak. They don’t listen to you. You don’t get the respect you want.” hij smiled at her, knowing that he had found her weak spot. Paradox was a clever cat, insane maybe, but clever. And that with an age of twelve whole moons. What a joke.}

Onderwerp: Re: Fragile di 26 jun 2012 - 17:20

_{While listening to the silence that hung around them like a invisible sheet, covering both cats, she closed her eyes for a minute and sighted. How was she here again? It was more like suicide, but she was caught in the middle of it. Escaping had no use. When she opened her eyes the cat answered her. Psk, smart ass. She thought, while she flicked her tail annoyed. But when he smiled and stood up a small spark of fear crossed her heart, and she instinctively flicked somewhat back. ‘”And you think that I shall listen to a cat that’s looks just like an apprentice. Yeah, right.”’ Her eyes widened in shock and pain, while she felt her eyes beginning to water. What hurts the most, was the fact that it was true. And she could do nothing about it. But she could not bring herself from lowering her gaze. It was as if his eyes had locked her in, and she could not escape the grip of his iron claws taking hold of her. She gulped and took a step back. ‘”You don’t belong here either. You don’t like it in this clan. Everybody is worried about you, they think you’re weak. They don’t listen to you. You don’t get the respect you want.”’ When the silence fell, she could feel her heart ache. It was true, all true. StarClan knew it, she knew it .. how did this cat knew it? Slowly feeling her voice returning she mewed softly “H-how do you .. how do you know that.. I .. I-I don’t ..” She stammered. Oh voice, don’t fail me now! She thought. Wintersoul swallowed again and with her ears flat against the base of her skull she set some steps back. She would rather had him yelling at her, screaming horrible things at her then just saying this. Oh she was scared all right, she was nailed to the ground looking straight into her murders eyes. He was younger then she was, but if you would judge him by his size and muscular body, he would look more like an very adult cat, she more like a just born kit. Trying to speak again she murmured softly “I-I .. I don’t .. they think I am but ..” If he would leap up and started to walk in circles around her she would have lost it. Luckily he just stood there. Fear was clawing at her like an ice cold claw. The stars in the lake all seemed darker, the wind blowing seemed to stop and the late-night birds fell silent. As if StarClan was giving her a silent sign to run, and never turn back. It was a stupid decision to go out .. now look .. she was with a broad shouldered, murderous tom, alone, breakable, weak, fragile. “P-Please .. D-Don’t hurt me ..” She pleaded, eyes full with fear. She could still make it .. she still could run for it.}

Onderwerp: Re: Fragile wo 27 jun 2012 - 20:42

_{It looks like he found her weak spot, indeed. First he had broken her with the fact that she was small. Almost too small to be a Warrior. She looks more like an apprentice and he had told her that. And it looks like she was terrified of him, that surprised him. He wasn’t older then her, but he was stronger and more muscular. But she could escape him easily, he knew that. That’s why he was carefull how he plays this little game.
She still looks inside his eyes and his eyes where focused in hers. He would not let her escape, this was gonna be interesting. It looks like he got her exactly where he wanted her. ”H-how do you .. how do you know that.. I .. I-I don’t ..” He sighed softly, could she speak at least one normale sentence? This wasn’t going anywhere. It seems that she had lost her voice, well, almost. She was scared, he could see that in her reaction. He waited patiently before he heard her speak again. ”I-I .. I don’t .. they think I am but ..” Really, this was annoying. He doesn’t care that she was scared, but she could at least try to speak normal. He sighed again and walks upon her. ”P-Please .. D’Don’t hurt me ..” Paradox only smiled when he heard her weak voice. Her eyes were full with fear, fear for him. Great, just what he needed. ”Oh, I’m not going to hurt you, little cat. I just told you the truth, now it is for you to think about it. Once I was just like you, now I’m free. It’s your choice. Stay here, or go and live a free life,” He had a smirk on his face, when he settled down and watched her, just watched her.}

Onderwerp: Re: Fragile wo 27 jun 2012 - 21:08

_{Her head was almost exploding. There was too much information, too much options she could make, possibly only one solution. Wintersoul looked at her attacker. Franticly she twitched her tail from left to right, ears flat against her head and eyes was wide as the moon himself. The cat seemed to be annoyed about her, yet amused. What was it now? Was he going to kill her because she was annoying, and then again enjoying doing it? Nerveous she looked around to an escape route. Waiting, slowly backing away. When her backside hit an obstacle, in this case a tree, she whelped and looked behind her. Then in a flash she turned her head back again to the jet black cat. It was if the shadows had consumed him, his strange eyes boring right into hers. She felt the need to scream her lungs out, knowing that she could and probably reaching the camp. In that fact, she was unique. She could scream pretty loud for her size, and had the loudest voice of the whole Clan. It certainly helped if you would fall in to the lake or something, and your companions were still on the shore. Eventually, Wintersoul gulped when hearing his words. ‘”Oh, I’m not going to hurt you, little cat. I just told you the truth, now it is for you to think about it. Once I was just like you, now I’m free. It’s your choice. Stay here, or go and live a free life,” ’ She hesitated .. shaking her head franticly. No! That was not true .. was it? She felt her heart falter for a second and she winched. He was indeed free, free to go where he pleased and she .. she was bound the the Warrior code. Bound to this awful camp, stuck for all her life. At least can you get outside now, without a body guard. Of course, you have to sneak for it. Wintersoul thought. She gulped again and pricked her ears. “I .. I am loyal .. to my .. Clan” She said with not very convincing. She was, right? Since she was born she had to struggle with the most horrible things, but she stayed where she was. The camp was her fair haven, her safety place, her warm and kind nest. She disconnected her eye contact with the cat and sat down. Claws were no longer out, and her hair was no longer on end. While looking at her paws, assuming that if the cat would have wanted to kill her he most likely already would’ve done it, she thought things over. Out there she was free, free to go, no cat saying she was weak and should look out. Therefore, she was almost certain that she would not survive Bareleaf without at least 23 hours staying inside the camp. Her deep blue eyes looked cautiously up again, to the jet black tom and she mewed softly. “I am already free, free on my own way! In my own territory! Surrounded by friends” Lie. She had no friends. Only ‘traveling companions’ who were almost every time they got to babysit her annoyed because she was like a magnet to trouble. The moon peeked curious around the corner of a large flock of clouds, it made Wintersoul looking up and staring at the stars. Phantomclaw would not want it .. she had to drive this scum out of her territory! She jumped up and started to growl, claws unsheated and ears flat back. Immediately regretting the decision she kept her balance and spat back “Leave this territory now, flee sack!” And then, she signed her dead sentence.}

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