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Post by cinderpaw on Jul 7, 2009 22:33:14 GMT -5
all the birds in the sky, all the fish in the sea...
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∗ -- he felt like he was walking on air. cinderpaw danced ahead of her, his head feeling impossibly light, and the foolish grin that played across his features could not be wiped away. the sunlight danced across the two figures as they shuffled through the undergrowth and even cinderpaw, who was always inferior in comparison to cats like his brother, looked particularly charming this morning.
the young tom wasn't sure what had made him do it, but he was suddenly glad he did. these past days had been painful and it had taken almost all of cinderpaw's selfwill not to break down and cry like he had so often done since talonpaw's death. hawkshadow's death seemed different - perhaps it was the detached way that he looked at the event - and it seemed more like a faroff memory then something that had only happened yesterday. the details of the event were blurred and shadowed, but cinderpaw had no desire to correct them. he had decided that he wasn't going to let cometpaw see his weak side again.
if she saw it, how was he supposed to make her fall for him?
truthfully, cinderpaw had dragged himself out this morning with the intention of drowning in the same misery that plagued him since his parents started fighting, since cometpaw had started to avoid him and frankly, since the day talonpaw had turned to him with a challenging smirk and lunged at the badger with the attention of giving his life. he had felt this same tug at his heart ever since he saw talonpaw's blue eyes blank out, his cinnomen coat coated in blood.
shaking his head, cinderpaw lifted his head and turned to cometpaw. he wasn't sure why she agreed to go hunting with him today, but he seemed much too flustered to and even as he stared at her, he wasn't sure why -- because this wasn't a date. as much as cinderpaw wished it was, it wasn't and so, he would have to make the best of this blue-sky day. the young apprentice hadn't voiced his thoughts, but he had decided something else today. for today, and only today, he would make sure that cometpaw was his. only his.
white sunlight sprinkled across his tabby coat and it came as a sudden realizatoin to cinderpaw that, not only had he matured in matters concerning the mind, that he had matured in bulid. he flexed his muscles as he padded across the worn grass, limbs streching in an almsot appealing way as the sun gleamed across his frame. he was lean and wiry now, in great contast the awkard short apprentice that he was when he had first met cometpaw and she had took his breath away.
yet, she had took his breath away in a completley different way. now, he was taken by her beauty and sparkling eyes rather then their constant arguments, that would make any cat - any tom - breathless. she would make him angry and he swore that he hated her, hated her for not loving talonpaw - or maybe it was because she loved talonpaw too and he was jealous of it. he swore that she would never find a tom and although he promised himself this every day, it was fora completley different reason. now, when he looked at her, he promised her that she wouldn't find a tom that was right for her, that matched up perfectly. such a perfect tom did not exist in this imaginary world of his. he was not perfect and therefore, any of her potential suitors could not be perfect either.
however, his face was still flushed and his paws still tingled at the thought of spending the day with cometpaw and cinderpaw,at the moment, refused to waste the day in the past. he laughed and spunaround, facing her with his sparkling gaze that seemed to burn straight through her coat. he locked his eyes with her and tilted his head to the side almost boyishly as he danced around her. for some reason, he didn't feel shy today. " where do you want to go first? " he smiled straight at her, locking gazes.
and for all that it was worth, cinderpaw saw her.
only her.
A girl asked a guy if she was pretty, he said no.
She asked him if he wanted her, he said no.
She asked him if she left would he cry, he said no.
She turned to leave, he grabbed her arm and said
you're not pretty; you're beautiful.
And I don't want you; I need you.
And I wouldn't cry if you left; I would die
"baww. ^^" → finished → 712 words
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Post by cometpaw on Jul 7, 2009 23:04:09 GMT -5
» c o m e t p a wShe wasn't sure what had made her say yes. In fact, her reply had come out as if it was really the last thing on earth she wanted to be doing. As if he was forcing her to go out into the forest with him, just the two of them... all day. But really, the way his eyes had looked when he padded up to her, all honest and hopefully, her heart had given a strange quiver. She couldn't put her paw on it. What was this strange emotion?
Sure she'd agonized over Cinderpaw before. How kind he was, how sweet, how utterly annoying. How she secretly loved arguing with him. But this was different. As he padded before her, she couldn't stop her eyes from traveling from the back of his head down his gently-sloped back, over his well-shaped legs and down to the tip of his tabby-striped tail. She could feel something burning in her eyes so she quickly looked away. There was no need to let this strange, haunting emotion suddenly take too much hold of her body. She padded beside him in silence, wondering what on earth she was doing.
It's only until Phantomsun needs to go training, she told herself. But she knew that wasn't going to happen. As the two of them had headed out of camp, the brown she-cat had glanced nervously towards the medicine cat's den. Silverhawk lurked there, his amber eyes barely visible. She'd just barely heard him mutter to himself, 'Maybe Phantomsun should take today off...' in that sly way he did when he was planning something. Cometpaw knew perfectly well what the medicine cat was up to. He was going to tell her mentor that she was otherwise preoccupied. They'd probably make a big deal about it, maybe even tease her later.
" where do you want to go first? "
She jumped slightly, startled out of her thoughts by his voice. She opened her mouth to stutter an unsure reply, but held her tongue. She had to know what she was saying before she spoke. Somehow, Cometpaw wanted to seem particularly well-composed. She didn't want to stutter or stumble, let alone get her paw hurt by a friggin' rabbit. She lifted her head a little taller, arched her ears forward and continued padding past him with a strange feeling of suddenly-found grace. The tip of her tail curled back towards her body in a perfect curve.
"The stream," she said simply, unable to keep from glancing back in his direction. Then she kept on padding, pausing barely to wait for him to catch up.
Oh, Cometpaw, she thought to herself, I hope you know what you're doing...
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Post by cinderpaw on Jul 8, 2009 11:10:57 GMT -5
all the birds in the sky, all the fish in the sea...
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∗ -- he laughed at her expression, taking strange pleasure in jolting her out of her thoughts. there was a definite part about cinderpaw that refused to believe that he could excite or dazzle cometpaw the way he wanted to, the way that all toms seemed to be able to interest she-cats of their fancy. however, seeing her jump and fluster at his sudden question was somewhat fun to see, eyes sparkling in the limelight of the morning.
what he didn't notice, however, was more important. the way that she was about to fumble through her words, just like he always did with her, would surely convince him that she did not hate him -- which, no doubt, would sent a pleasant arrow of shock through his heart. instead however, cinderpaw turned his head and surveyed the clearing as he waited for a response, eyes careful and heart quivering all the same.
when cinderpaw had asked cometpaw out, he wasn't particularly sure what force of nature had given him the courage to do so. all he was aware of was the sparks that ran through his body when he had seen in her in the morning light, how she had nothing to do for once and didn't seem to be avoiding him. the young tom was under no illusions that she liked him, and he had assumed, when padding up to her, that she would scoff and shake her head, giving an excuse like cats often did when they did not wish to do something. however, she had simply sighed and agreed, making cinderpaw's heart widen and his heart jump into this throat. it was a half-hearted response, yes, but it was an agreement all the same and something in cinderpaw's heart said that phantomsun wouldn't be wanting cometpaw anytime soon.
glorious, the young tom had padded through the clearing as if he walking on air and forged a path through the undergrowth. he hadn't been thinking of her, of how he should really be walking by her side and chatting away, rather then memories of her and immediatley after he posed the question, the thoughts came tumbling back and cinderpaw flushed in embaressment, suddenly realizing how wrong he had been.
however, she never ceased to amaze him. she did not say anything of it - yet, he reminded himself - and instead padded past him in a way that he had not seen her do before. he didn't recognize it, the way she held her tail up and gracefully strode past, because he was too caught up in her beauty. the confidence in her walk, the way that she suddenly wanted to impress him, didn't occur to her. the light shone down on her coat, bringing cinderpaw's green gaze to her slight shoulders and slender limbs, making his heart jump as he realized once more that he was spending the day with the cat of his dreams. he could die right now, he thought, and still be the happiest cat alive.
she had taken his breath away. blinking suddenly, he realized how he had just been staring after her, his leaf-green gaze burning into her chocolate coat, and shook his head, cheeks flushing. his face burned as he stumbled after her, his head bobbing up and down in agreement. his mind was in a whirl and he couldn't think, but wasn't that how it always was with cometpaw?
his face was set in a permanent grin as he stumbled forward, his eyes sparkling, but even as he danced to her side, the smile on his face seemed to stretch tenfold. " of course, of course " he mewed, smiling at her. he straightened his shoulders, suddenly conscious of how he looked, and strolled past her, his eyes concentrated on the stream.
his heart seemed about as jumpy as his steps and the young tom felt as jittery as a new mouse climbing its way into a camp full of cats. however, this shock was pleasant and nothing like the fear such a mouse would feel, and even as he brushed past her, his tabby melting with her brown fur, he didn't seem to take notice of it simply because he was on fire already.
the minute they reached the stream, his face broke into an even wider grin that - if stretched any wider - looked like it would explode. casting a backwards glance at her, he let out a laugh and as the sun began to beat down overhead, he bunched his shoulders and sprang forward into the water, his face looking more open and cheerful than they had in moons. for once, if talonpaw had been looking down, he was as charming and handsome as his brother. happiness, it seemed,was key to beauty.
when cometpaw gathered close enough, his smile shifted to a mischievous smirk and he grinned wickedly. he raised his paws and sent a large splash in her direction, probably soaking her. if she were to glance at him, she would see the wide smile on his face and how he was oblivious to everything but her that it was impossible - any cat would agree - to take him off his pedestal.
he laughed again, dancing backwards, as the water soaked his paws and his eyes drowned in what was cometpaw.
A girl asked a guy if she was pretty, he said no.
She asked him if he wanted her, he said no.
She asked him if she left would he cry, he said no.
She turned to leave, he grabbed her arm and said
you're not pretty; you're beautiful.
And I don't want you; I need you.
And I wouldn't cry if you left; I would die
"I kept to the challenge. it was done in thirteen minutes." → finished → 887 words
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Post by cometpaw on Jul 8, 2009 21:47:27 GMT -5
» c o m e t p a wThe forest was a thing of beauty that day. The birds were overhead, chirping as they swooped from their nests to the ground and back. The trees were swelling with leaves and flowers. The scent in the air tugged at a memory deep in Cometpaw's mind. It was what she recalled CherryClan used to smell like back in the old forest. She'd been a very small kit when they'd left, but the CherryClanners had carried the scent on them for several moons afterward until it faded to a lighter, dulled smell.
Her tail flicked back and forth. It seemed in easiness, but it was really out of discomfort and anxiety. She wanted to look like a real warrior in front of Cinderpaw, not the clumsy apprentice she usually was. One ear angled to the side to catch the sound of his paws as he came padding back to her side. She forced her eyes forward, unable to mistake the feeling of him watching her. It continued for a moment or two longer. She got the feeling he wasn't just staring at her face, though. Cometpaw felt his gaze burn over her body in a way her own eyes had skimmed over his only moments before. She quickly flexed her claws to keep a shudder from shaking her form. Not a bad shudder, though... Something almost pleasant, really. But she didn't want Cinderpaw to see the way his gaze had effected her. Only after a moment did she spare a glance in his direction. The brightness of his green eyes startled her, and she almost dripped over a patch of moss before she caught herself.
The light laughter of the stream soon came upon them. It was rolling gently, marking the boundry between RavineClan and CherryClan. But the stream itself didn't seem to show the seriousness of it's duty. In fact, it looked positively alive with joyous energy. The water bubbled down towards the lake in such a light way that Cometpaw's hazel eyes came alive. She felt something burning in her chest, making her heart ache in an unfamiliar way. This was the beauty of spring she had never felt before. It welled up in her and even managed to pull a smile onto her mahogany features.
Cinderpaw's laughter caught her ears, and she turned just in time to see him leap into the water. She rolled her eyes in a way that had never graced Cometpaw's face before. It was a happy eyeroll, not a scornful, mocking one. But it vanished in a second. Water caught her fur, wetting her muzzle and dripping over her whiskers. She gasped aloud, eyes immediately flying to the culprit. He danced away, the sunlight shining off his light tabby coat.
"Cinderpaw of RavineClan, you will pay for that!" she declared in a proud voice. Then she crunched her own muscles and leapt into the water as well. A splash went up as she landed, getting her further wet and hopefully wetting him as well. Her paw shot out in his direction, skimming the top of the water to fly towards him.
No one got Cometpaw wet and got away with it.
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Post by cinderpaw on Jul 8, 2009 22:15:45 GMT -5
all the birds in the sky, all the fish in the sea...
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∗ -- suddenly, cinderpaw felt like he was on fire. despite being in the open-ended stream, the waves threading through his dusted coloring, the young tom felt every one of his senses electrified, as if he was dancing on hot coal, and as he stared at cometpaw, green pools burning intently, the tom couldn't look away.
not that, of course, he could ever look away when he was with cometpaw. she captured his attention in ways that would often be deemed impossible -- from the simple way she raised an eyebrow to her sarcastic eyerolls, to the most complicated stance (like she had did moments before) as the curving her tail and glancing at him as she just did, making him feel as if her eyes burned into him.
the young tom broke his gaze as he lifted his eyes up to the sky, breathing in deeply. today was beautiful - almost as beautiful as her - and suddenly, the image that came to mind was not the future - of him and her, the fantasies in which she would be caring for his kits and telling him that she actually loved him - but instead of the past. the times when northwind and tallstone still spoke to each other, when their father would take them out for a brief hunting session or their mother would take them out to spar. in parituclar, the young tom was currently reminiscing about the time talonpaw had ran away from northwind when she scolded him. he had ran away to a river, where - he claimed - he could escape all their troubles.
cinderpaw glanced at cometpaw. he didn't need to go to a stream, he didn't need to go out on a morning run. all he needed was to be with cometpaw and relish in her sweet scent, to know that he was home and that, after everything, she would be there for him - even as a rival or a friend. it soothed his heart, just to know that she would but at the same time, something inside him ached to know that it was all that it would ever be.
he was knocked out of his thoughts as a figure game flying towards him, the sunlight glinting off her smooth coat, and for a moment, cinderpaw stood openmouthed, mezmerized by the sudden beauty that struck him like an arrow in the heart. she was pretty, he knew, and she so often captivated in ways that were unimaginable. this was, cinderpaw often thought, just because he had fallen for her -- but he could see her now. as a full-grown she-cat and the thought, surprisingly, made his heart clench and lighten at the same time. if he, who had always seen her this way, had suddenly noticed, how long would it be before other cats noticed?
he gasped as his face hit the water, the watery liquid slicing through his vocal coards and causing him to flail in the water, as though he was suffocating. without thinking, he raised both of his paws and grasped what was closest to him -- which turned out to be cometpaw. his arms went around her as they tumbled through the open water and suddenly, without realizing it, cinderpaw was on the open bank, gasping for air. he stared down and realized cometpaw was underneath him, trapped beneath his milky limbs. he towered over her and although everything told him to get away, he couldn't stop staring. his eyes, once again, burned into hers.
"beautiful," he breathed, unable to stop himself, and it wasn't quite sure whether he was talking about the weather or her, although most cats could guess. then, ruining the moment, his legs shook and he collapsed on top of her. he burned where his pelt touched hers before he rolled away, exhausted.
A girl asked a guy if she was pretty, he said no.
She asked him if he wanted her, he said no.
She asked him if she left would he cry, he said no.
She turned to leave, he grabbed her arm and said
you're not pretty; you're beautiful.
And I don't want you; I need you.
And I wouldn't cry if you left; I would die
"i rushed it. n.n " → finished → 640 words
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Post by cometpaw on Jul 8, 2009 22:56:02 GMT -5
» c o m e t p a w The water lapped about her body, pulling her fur up and pulling it in the direction the water was flowing. Her dark brown coat looked different in the light beneath the water. It became dappled by the light refracting off the water's surface, but also a lighter shade in the gold-tinged air. She moved her paws easily to tread water, smiling at once as the water crashed into Cinderpaw. There had once been a time when only TealClanners and BrookClanners could swim. But, since the Journey, cats of all clans had learned. Sure, RavineClanners and CherryClanners were clumsy swimmers at best, but it was better than lacking the skill entirely.
Cometpaw's glee vanished at once as Cinderpaw slid beneath the surface and began flailing for a pawhold. She knew she'd never forgive herself if she'd just accidentally killed him. She craned her neck forward, trying to see where he'd disappeared to. She needn't have. Cometpaw let out a strangled cry, but it was cut off as her own head slid beneath the surface. His paws caught one shoulder and the other on her side. Cometpaw clamped her eyes shut, trying not to panic as the water swirled around them and they rolled in circles. Death by water was definitely not how she'd envisioned going.
Then, suddenly, as if nothing had happened at all, she blinked her eyes open and they were laying against the shore. Well, she was laying against the shore. Cometpaw's eyes widened and a furious blush rose beneath her fur. Cinderpaw was standing over her, his fur equally as drenched as hers. She didn't seem to notice, though. All she could see was his vibrant green eyes. Her breath felt short, overwhelmingly aware of how close he was to her. "beautiful," he purred aloud. She blinked again. Surely he wasn't talking about her? Cometpaw had only ever seen herself as the average hunting type, never anything remotely close to pretty, lovely, or beautiful. Maybe Cinderpaw was talking about the weather, the water, or the miraculous way they were still alive after their frightening tumble through the current. But Cometpaw already knew that wasn't right. She could tell by the way his eyes bore straight into hers. He was talking about her, not the stream or the air.
She moved without thinking, stretching her muzzle towards him, perhaps to bestow a small kiss upon his cheek. But it didn't matter. His knees buckled, and Cometpaw's breath left her with a soft oof! It was only for a moment, though. He rolled away, removing his weight from her. She pulled herself to her paws, hoping he wouldn't notice the way her paws were shaking and her whiskers tingling.
Her hazel gaze glanced over towards him, obviously tired by the experience. "Now, Cinderpaw, how do you expect to last the entire day with me when you're tired after one event?" She looked away to hide the soft smile that came to her. "And look what you did to my fur..." She chided, but in a tone that was full of mock scorn. She glanced back towards him to be sure he saw it, a playful glint in her eye.
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Post by cinderpaw on Jul 8, 2009 23:11:34 GMT -5
all the birds in the sky, all the fish in the sea...
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∗ -- his eyes fluttered closed and he swore that he was about to sleep. however, an angelic voice shocked his senses and the young tom blinked open his eyes furiously, recognizing the same she-cat that always made his heart jump, looking at him with a rather amused look. he didn't notice the way her face flushed, or the way her whiskers tingled, because his body suddenly felt fiery-hot, like coals burning through all of his senses, and his muzzle tingled from where it touched hers.
he continued to stare at her, in the openmouthed way that she could only make him do and for moments that felt like hours, the young tom was dumbfounded by her and the situation they were in. his coat was drenched, the soaked cinder-colored fur dripping, and his face was flushed both because of her and the turmoil that he had just gone through, before his face darkened to a deeper red that signaled embarrassment more than anything else.
"it's not my fault !" he defended himself, finding it surprisingly difficult to talk to her when his mind kept flashing images of his pelt dangerously close to hers, brushing together like in the dreams that were too faraway to be real. feeling shocked, the young tom stumbled to his paws and turned away, his paws shaking. it wasn't from exhaustion this time, as much as her, and he cast a sidelong glance at her, the redness of his face softer now, before turning away, scuffing the ground.
he was out of breath ,for sure, and suddenly cinderpaw was acutley aware of how close he had come to grappling with death. he hadn't thought of this moons ago when he was still a short, awkard cinderpaw with flailing limbs and lanky proportions, when he was still arguing with her on a daily basis and taking no pleasure in such an act. he hadn't thought of death when he and talonpaw fought against a badger together, nor had he thought of it in the numerous border fights that he had been in since then.
only now, when he was with cometpaw, had he a chance to stop and realize how close he had come, but surprisingly, he didn't feel fear. cinderpaw had seen two cats die - one indirectly, which was hawkshadow's - and the thought of himself dying was surprisingly peaceful, as if he accepted such a thought. he looked at cometpaw again and smiled quietly. perhaps, he thought, he didn't have a problem with death because he was with her. as long as he was with cometpaw, whether it be in starclan or here, it would be okay. she was his world, anyway.
her comment rang in his ears and his cheeks burned once more as he turned around, stumbling over his paws, to get closer to her. he inspected her coat carefully, his eyes staring into each detail, and yet again, her sweet scent wafted upwards and began to fill him. he felt dazed, euphoric almost, as he glanced up at her with a crooked smile that was only meant for her and his eyes twinkled, though they were not mischievous this time. it seemed as if he had taken her comment to heart and as if he wanted anything to make her feel better, even if something inside him told him she had just been joking.
"you're still beautiful, though" he smirked, suddenly feeling as if nothing in the world could stop him now. however, his face instantly flushed and he looked away, as if he couldn't face the surprised look that would surely flash across her face at the brazen, not quite arrogant, way that he come across.
instead, the tom straightened his shoulders and looked over the horizon, surveying the situation carefully. they were on the other side of the stream now and until the waters calmed, there was no way to get back to the other side without getting hurt. instead of pondering this, his eyes lightened up and he grinned at her. "how about we go sun ourselves?" he meowed, pointing to the meadow where the sun gleamed bright overhead.
A girl asked a guy if she was pretty, he said no.
She asked him if he wanted her, he said no.
She asked him if she left would he cry, he said no.
She turned to leave, he grabbed her arm and said
you're not pretty; you're beautiful.
And I don't want you; I need you.
And I wouldn't cry if you left; I would die
"i rushed it. n.n " → finished → 690 words
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Post by cometpaw on Jul 17, 2009 0:27:16 GMT -5
» c o m e t p a w She felt like someone had inflated a balloon in her chest. Her heart seemed to swell so large it might lift her right off the ground at any moment. A perpetual blush seemed painted onto her skin beneath her fur. Her tail twitched back and forth almost nervously. Cometpaw was sure she'd never felt more... powerless. Usually a stone-faced, defensive cat, she'd been reduced to a puddle in a single glance.
Still very drenched, the brown she-cat pulled herself to her paws. She looked towards him, unconsciously tracing the lines of his pelt in even the smallest of glances. She blinked in surprise and looked quickly away when Cinderpaw suddenly turned back in her direction, though. He stepped closer, eyes openly looking over her mahogany pelt the same way she'd just been gazing at him. Her ears burned. She didn't know Cinderpaw would be so forward... Everywhere his eyes touched her, Cometpaw felt her pelt heat up as if lit up by sparks. Inside, she felt like cowering away from his gaze, but something about the sweet honesty in his eyes held her still, gazing back with an expression of unveiled longing. As his eyes looked up into hers, the she-cat felt like something had just shattered within her, and she gasped aloud.
She almost didn't hear his words. Her ears burned lightly at them, but she couldn't look away from him, not matter how embarrassed. His face turned away from her, and Cometpaw felt surprisingly sad that he felt the need to hide his face. She didn't turn her head to look around at all, certainly not noticing that they were now on the CherryClan side of the stream.
"how about we go sun ourselves?" he suggested. Cometpaw nodded silently, somehow unable to make words form. She padded almost mindlessly in the direction he'd pointed, sparing glances in his direction to be sure he was still close by. She almost tripped once, catching herself clumsily and settling down on the ground just a little way into the meadow, afraid she might fully fall and make a complete fool of herself.
She ran her tongue over her wet coat several times, trying to formulate the chaos going on in her mind. "Cinderpaw," she managed to utter aloud. Her hazel gaze snapped up to him. "I..."
I really like you, she almost blurted aloud. But, as she thought the words, they sounded fake and half-hearted. Her eyes widened suddenly, and she at last lowered her gaze from him. The word love was floating around her head. But the thought of actually forming that word aloud was completely lost on her...
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Post by cinderpaw on Jul 19, 2009 21:36:27 GMT -5
all the birds in the sky, all the fish in the sea...
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∗ -- and there were always these moments for them, in which Cinderpaw almost constantly wished he could stop time, capture this moment on a piece of film so that he would able to rewatch and then rewind it, feel that familiar ache in his heart that was always there. He wasn't a masochistic by any means, but he was desperately in love with her. Any memory of her that he could keep in heart, whether it hurt or not, made him feel as if she could one day love him too.
The sun was low as it dipped in the sky and with a flush, he had stepped away from her. His heart would pounding in his chest and he didn't think he could think of anything else but her, even though he knew he had to so much or something inside him would explode and he would begin to do something he would regret later. Instead, he waited patiently for her suggestion, as something he was unfamiliar with formed in his chest, and he suddenly felt lighter than ever, to see her quiet gaze, her stumbling paws and a clusmy self that he had never seen before. Here it was, the Cometpaw that had been hidden all along beneath the surface, and with a pleasantly flushed face, he let out a laugh, bumping her shoulder playfully, when he raced past her. He was learning things about her everyday and for it, he loved her more.
The sun was suddenly bright, like flickering flames that danced across his pelt and the cinnamon tom glowed in the light, the color of sparkling water shimmering off his coat in golden diamonds. Cinderpaw cast a backwards glance at her, his eyes bright and warm, before he cast a crooked grin in her direction, joy filling all the creases of his face, before he flopped down onto the grass, turning to her so his glowing green gaze met with hers.
It was moments like this that he realized with a pang that he loved her so much, the moments in which could not be put into words. When he was younger, he would not have imagined anything would turn out like this and he would not have imagined being so incredibly happy with a cat who had not even told him she loved him, had - in fact - implied the very opposite. He had remembered how much he hated her, how much he quarreled with her, but the lines between hate and love are so often blurred that by the end of his seventh moon, he had crossed the very line where neither friends nor enemies should ever cross. Cinderpaw looked at her again, his eyes softening, and realized that, even as time passed and feelings changed, he would never regret this one-sided love because love was beautiful. In a time of chaos and war, this was beautiful -- and so was she.
The sun was bright and the sky was blue when Cinderpaw turned away from her, breaking his gaze unwillingly, to wash off the diamonds of his fur in soft, gentle strokes that only said Cinderpaw. It hadn't been planned, the way he turned at the exact moment she did and turned at the exactly same angle, but as he looked at her from the corner of his eye, the realization was enough to make him blush visibly, grinning bashfully in secret. It was perfect, this day, and he turned to look at her again, gaze soft.
But the air was crackling with tension that he never knew existed and his breath caught in his throat when he heard the words tumbling out of hers, cut of by something he could not quite sense, even though something inside him told him he knew. The empty words that did not tumble out of her mouth were important, he knew from the passionate way she spoke them, and although it could not be said whether he thought this because he observed her for so long and knew her so well, or that in his heart, he wished and willed with all of him to have her say those words, his heart still clenched in anticipation as his eyes burned into hers.
Suddenly, Cinderpaw found himself inching closer to hers, his face so close to hers that he could feel her breath, and his eyes suddenly burned with another sort of intensity, a passion that had not been there before. He leaned forward, holding his breath for this fatal words, but her voice suddenly died on her tongue and his eyes widened without meaning, feeling his fur suddenly crackle with fire. There was a pull on them both, making him lean forward and make his eyes burn, and suddenly, so uncharacteristically Cinderpaw, he looked at her with a brazen look, the fire burning in his eyes. " C-cometpaw, I-I.." he whispered, his voice suddenly breezy as if he had punched in the gut. Then, when he looked at her again, his eyes softened and stretching, he pressed his muzzle lightly to her ear, mumbling words that only she could hear. "I'm in love with you.
[/i]"[/color] Before he could even pull away, to have the sigh that was on the tip of his tongue, escape his lips, a figure suddenly came bowling toward him with a creepy laugh that would almost seem happy, triggering his own, except for the dark emotions hidden beneath it. Immediately, after he was pushed down, the tom scrambled away and got his grip on the ground, instantly jumping to his paws with wide, terrified eyes. There stood one cat with blood-red eyes, dark and laughing, and the other with red-streaked fur, her stance so graceful and alienated that he might have fell for her if he wasn't in love already, and if not for that dark scowl that played across her pretty features, scarring it. "what did I tell you, alizarin ?! we were supposed to sneak up on them! and then attack," she screeched, gripping the ground with unsheathed claws. she glared at the black tom he simply laughed that creepy laugh, grinning wildly that it looked as if his face should break, continuing his stalk. cinderpaw's eyes were glued to the she-cat. his heart stopped when he realized what she was about to do. claws unsheathed, scarlet reached for comet's throat. letting loose a terrified yowl, he immediately shot forward and bowled into her, wincing when he felt her claws sink into his back. he cried cometpaw's name, trying to twist around to see her, as he grappled with the ginger she-cat. was the creepy black tom with bloodshot eyes attacking her? he managed a single glance, which was unfortunately one of alizarin leaping up, claws unsheathed at her face. however, before he could react, he screeched in pain as knives sliced across his throat and face, not nearly deep enough to kill him but enough to make a mark. it was not long before he was on his back, her claws at his throat. Cinderpaw tasted blood in his mouth, but he twisted instead and kicked her with his back legs. then, before scarlet could get up, he turned around and yelled, "cometpaw? cometpaw ! run !!" he knew she wouldn't listen. how could she? he wouldn't have -- but he had to try.
A girl asked a guy if she was pretty, he said no.
She asked him if he wanted her, he said no.
She asked him if she left would he cry, he said no.
She turned to leave, he grabbed her arm and said
you're not pretty; you're beautiful.
And I don't want you; I need you.
And I wouldn't cry if you left; I would die
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Post by xerophyte on Jul 24, 2009 15:07:21 GMT -5
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i got my feet on the ground but my head's in the clouds
{ XEROPHYTE }
can't forget where i come from, i hope you're there when i'm done
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • When he said five more minutes, he meant fifty.
His mind was still all groggy with slumber and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Snake did say something about something, probably related to the clan cats because anything the boss said was clan cats this or clan cats that (at least the words that came through his ear and actually processed through his brain instead of just flying out the other, which honestly, wasn't very much) and so dearest Xerophyte just suspected everyone was bullying poor little clannies or Alizarin was bullying teasing his sister and everyone was hoping they wouldn't get killed. Watching either one of those would be very amusing.
His yawned slowly, taking time to perfect the act in blowing out warm, sweet air from his throat as he slowly got up in a standing position. His bright orange amber eyes snapped open brightly, revealing a deep contrast from his colorless pelt and the darker shadows around his eyes making him look sleep-deprived and worn. The former nomad paced for a while from his place of napping, stretching his muscles a bit before deciding to go to wherever he was supposed to go. "Follow the shiny pebbles..." he hummed with a singsong voice, roaming around till he caught a scent.
When the tom did finally find the party, he was disappointed he missed the surprise. Because really, the surprise was half the fun. Xero didn't bother to linger in the shadows or run up to help like a noble clan cat might, instead, the tom dragged up with the same slow pace right up to only a few fox-lengths the fighting to get the best seat for the show. Cocking his head, he watched with his bright, tangerine eyes growing wide with curiosity.
He supposed he should not be lagging off and enjoying the show. But this looked so.. nice. Five would be such a crowd and being a party crasher would be viewed in such a dark light, not to mention how bothersome it would be to squeeze himself in. So, without much regret, he observed silently with his posture slacked innocently like it always was before a childish smile twisted his lips as he licked them red. Apparently Miss Scarlet scored an aim at the tom-kitty, which wasn't surprising at least. But the blood certainly got him off guard, but then, it always did, even when he prepared himself for that metallic, bright red fluid. So that was and wans't really surprising either.
"Blood, blood, blood, ~ such a pretty scent..." he sang, the lyrics merely hinting childish cruelty at the moment. He watched the rapid moving scene happily, his eyes not yet glazed with bloodlust but very, very curious. Especially when the tom kitty was calling for the she-kitty. How curious indeed. Xero smacked his lips lightly, pondering a moment before recognizing that voice, that tone. That tone which had something to do with desperation and feelings towards a cat or two cats or however many when he had an audience to his killing sprees. He didn't quite understand the theory and the mechanism behind such emotions, but the tom-kitty obviously... oh, what's the word.. cared? well, had some affections for the she-kitty, who was currently occupied with little Alizarin.
And emotions were much, much better to toys to play with than faces or limbs. Emotions never got tired, and when it broke, oh, it was bound to be so much fun. Xerophyte sighed slowly, not exactly unsatisfied with the show but not getting high on blood and giggles yet. "Hey guyyys," he whined, yes, whined at a respectable age of twenty five moons like a attention-deprived kit before letting out a loud yawn that disrupted his speech. "- why do we have to do these things so earlyyy?" he dragged, completely oblivious that he was doing absolutely nothing.
It really was surprising that lazy tom wasn't a decomposing piece of flesh already.
__________________________________________ word count * sevenonenine.
muse & inspiration * fair; if i fall - the white tie affair.
comments * first post. xero's a bum.
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