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Post by morninglight on Aug 3, 2009 23:03:11 GMT -5
Morninglight I say all the right things At exactly the right time But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why It seemed like only yesterday since Tallstone had admitted that he wanted her. Even though she could picture perfectly every detail of that night, the flush of his cheeks, his gentle touch, his soft words, it seemed to her like an impossible dream that she had the misfortune of waking up from. Morninglight sighed inaudibly, stretching luxuriously in the shade, parts of her striped legs extending out into the spring sunlight. Her golden fur glowed as the sunlight pierced through the thick leafy branches and illuminated several patches of amber hues. She curled a slim tail around her back haunches, basking in the slender shafts of light. Everything now seemed completely and utterly normal.
It was remarkable, how she and Tallstone could share such close moments, only to have everything abruptly stopped and quickly forgotten. She was dancing on the clouds until her dreams were shattered and handed back to her after arriving at camp and realizing with sheer horror that Northwind was pregnant. Surely Tallstone regretted his words. His mate was pregnant, was going to give birth at another beautiful litter, and Morninglight highly doubted that Tallstone would even consider leaving her. Even after what they had shared, Morninglight felt her cheeks burn red at the thought, but as always, it was her fault. She shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up.
Even as her mind was whirling, she couldn’t help but allow a huge yawn to escape her lips, displaying sharp white teeth and a small pink tongue. After this morning’s hunting and early rise from bed, she felt even more tired than usual and would have liked nothing better than to curl up under this shade and dream of a time where she thought her life was going to change for the better.
It was hard enough to be back at camp. Northwind looked absolutely beautiful as always, stunning in color and graceful in step, she positively glowed with her pregnancy and the toms had a hard time keep their eyes off of her. Next to her, Morninglight felt horribly plain and second-rate, the great distance between their desirability more noticeable than ever. With Tallstone, Morninglight had no idea where they stood, she had been nervously avoiding his gaze since they had returned, convinced that everything would be back to the way things were. Emerald eyes flickered over the camp, the chocolate figure of Northwind resting peacefully outside the nursery, the normal hustle and bustle of the other warriors, and the large striped pelt of Beestripe returning with a few pieces of fresh kill. He caught her eye and grinned and she smiled back, thanking StarClan that no matter what happened between her and Tallstone, Beestripe forgave her completely. While she imagined he was no doubt irritated for not knowing until just recently, he reassured that his feelings for her would never change. It was hard to imagine she even raised such a friendly high-spirited cat. Morninglight made a mental note to tell Loststar at the next gathering and apologize for her behavior. While she had seen him grow up into a mature strong and self-sufficient tom, she had neglected to realize that he was mature enough to understand such a secret. She simply loved him too much to bear unleashing such a painful story on him. Her fault again.
She took a deep breath, her slender shoulders rising and falling slowly, as Tallstone crept slowly back into her mind. No matter how often she pushed him away or ignored him, he always loomed in the shadows, waiting to spring out as soon as she let her guard down. It was exhausting to keep the thought of him at bay, especially with his constant presence around camp. His loyalty to the clan, his compassion, his interactions with the others were painful for her to watch, knowing that she could never be a part of it. Every time she saw him, the ache in her heart grew more noticeable and her eyes a bit more downcast, losing their familler sparkle as she contemplated a life without him. Before it was…not easy…but easier to forget about him, never having hope that he would ever even consider her. But now, he had given her a taste of his addicting attention and it was much harder to turn away now.
But there was nothing else to do. Things were back to normal, that brief interlude forgotten, and life would go on as usual. She doubted he would even want to be friends after this, especially with a pregnant mate. Words can be taken back easily, and they had both said a lot. She knew she had been deceived into thinking words and actions were one in the same, and Tallstone could just as easily slip back into his comfortable life and pretend nothing had happened. And all she could do was was endure. Morninglight wasn’t sure of much, but she was positive she had persevered through much worst. She would survive. Hurt, broken, but she would survive.
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Post by silverhawk on Aug 5, 2009 1:28:05 GMT -5
suck me in, suck me in SILVERHAWK hold me down till the very end
After his brief contact with StarClan, Silverhawk was walking on high. His long legs seemed to dance beneath him, his pale amber eyes filled to the brim with hope and joy. He had only yet told Phantomsun, but perhaps that was best for now. The rest of the clan might let it go to their heads. Really, he felt sure, their ancestors were just reassuring them that they were still there. they were never alone when StarClan could send them a sign of goodness whenever they were needed.
It was as if a great cloud had parted and let through a brilliant ray of sunlight. Everywhere the medicine cat had previously seen only sadness and tears, he now saw hope and excitement. Dreampaw's sudden departure (he could finally admit she'd left of her own will) had devastated Bearpaw. But he had grown close to his sister Cometpaw for the first time since they were tiny kits. Northwind and Tallstone, it seemed, would never have anything resembling a normal relationship, but the tom had grown surprisingly close to his friend Morninglight. There was a glow about the she-warrior's face that Silverhawk had never seen grace it. Although he couldn't be sure what had happened, Beestripe and Goldenwing seemed suddenly closer. And the young warrioress seemed to be excelling when it came to taking over Cinderpaw's training. The three apprentices would soon enough be warriors. Silverhawk knew his brother Brownspot had been spending extra amounts of time to make sure Bearpaw was equally as well prepared as his two fellow apprentices.
The song of birdsong was stuck in his head. He slipped from his den and leaped easily down to the ground below. Sunlight reached through the trees and danced over his silver-tinted coat. Muscles rippled beneath his stripes, despite his occupation as a medicine cat. Although his job was to heal his clanmates and speak to StarClan, Silverhawk always made time every now and then to join a patrol or watch the apprentices train. He went running in the forest almost every morning, occasionally joined by Brownspot.
At that particular moment, stretching in the dappled sunlight, he was headed to check on the chocolate queen Northwind. That was the one aspect of Northwind and Tallstone's relationship that particularly worried him. He knew the two would grow used to it, and even Cinderpaw would learn to accept it. What he worried over was the unborn kits growing withing Northwind. He hated the thought of them growing up without a father. Certainly, all of the clan would rally to help them grow and learn, but Silverhawk didn't know how Tallstone would deal with raising the kits of the queen that was surely no longer his mate.
She was lounging in the sunlight outside the nursery. Perhaps if he weren't so married to his job as medicine cat, Silverhawk could have also felt the admiration every RavineClan tom held for beautiful Northwind. She was gorgeous, confident, and definitely skilled. Was Tallstone's love for her just the same sort of infatuation many toms felt for her? He set his pale gaze on her and padded lightly in that direction. Partially there, however, his gaze was caught by another she-cat.
Morninglight definitely wasn't glowing now. She seemed to be trying to hide it, but there was a sadness on her golden face that he had no trouble catching. His path changed at once. Northwind would be there when he was done. For now, he danced over to the lighter she-cat and let his slim body slide up next to hers. He purred gently, leaning over to slide his tongue over her light coat. It was one of Silverhawk's personal jokes that the she-cats of RavineClan formed his harem. While certainly not following the conventional definition of the word, the other toms did allow him to speak to them as he wished and tend to them any hour of the night. Certainly, he'd do the same for any of his male clanmates, but he found it funny that he was the only tom who could slide right up to any of the she-cats and give her coat a good cleaning without getting any sideways glances.
"Tell me what's wrong," he said gently, turning his gaze to her in a way that clearly stated she wouldn't be able to shrug off his question. He knew there was something up and she was going to tell him.
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Post by morninglight on Aug 5, 2009 2:23:02 GMT -5
Morninglight In a desperate attempt to distract herself, she busied herself with watching the comings and goings of the clan. She would have much rather liked to throw herself into another hunting group or patrol, but they seemed full at the moment and since she had already hunted that morning, it was her job to stay back at camp while the other warriors were out training. Her eyes caught the slender silver pelt of their medicine cat making his way over Northwind. She seemed, to Morninglight anyway, impossible to ignore, and she was about to turn her head away or go busy herself with gathering moss or changing bedding, apprentice tasks, but she would take it at this point. However, Silverhawk made a beeline in her direction.
He laid down next to her and she breathed deeply, feeling slightly more relaxed in the presence of her clanmate, not shying away from his touch. He was like the fatherly figure of the clan or the kindly uncle, radiating trust and understanding. She struggled to meet his gaze, knowing that he especially, would not miss the pain and hurt flickering in their ivy pools, and she laughed briskly. “Nothing, I’m fine…really…” she answered, more trying to convince herself than Silverhawk. She met his gaze, immediately feeling embarrassed at the lie, fire in her cheeks.
“No…” she admitted. “I’m not ok,” she added sheepishly. She brought her eyes back upon his face, studying it carefully, wondering whether or not she was going to admit it, everything, everything that had occupied her mind for the past weeks. She would confide in Beestripe, but she hadn’t spent much private time with him lately, especially with his current relationship with Goldenwing growing every day. She was sure he had noticed her downcast appearance or miserable demeanor and certainly picked up on the way her eyes flickered over to Tallstone whenever she saw him, Beestripe just hadn’t the time at the moment to comfort her. And she was fine with that, he had his own problems to deal with, not the petty issues of unrequited love and loss that preoccupied all the available space in Morninglight’s head at this moment.
But Silverhawk…he wanted to know, wouldn’t take no for an answer. He, she realized suddenly, was the perfect person to tell. Impartial to the situation, interested in the reason for her sadness, and wise enough to help her. She shot a glance over at the dazzling chocolate queen, careful to keep her voice low to avoid being overheard. Then she told him…everything. From the moment she had run into Loststar, to Tallstone’s arrival, her struggling feelings, what was said and done, and everything in between. At times her voice shook with anger, or stammered with embarrassment, her feelings about Tallstone, what he said, what she did, and everything in between. How she had attempted to squish all thoughts of him, knowing just how wrong it was, how he kept pulling her back in, how she had gotten her hopes up, until she had gotten back to camp that was…While she was talking, she kept glancing nervously at the others, Northwind in particular, but they showed no reaction to her quiet words. When she got to their private moments before they returned to camp, she flushed a brilliant scarlet and could not meet his eyes, and stopped talking abruptly, letting him fill in the missing details. It was so strange, the second time in scarely a moon’s time, to tell another being her past, her connections to Loststar and Beestripe, and finally her hidden feelings for Tallstone. When she was finished, she took a deep breath, finally going back to meet his eyes once more.
She couldn’t explain it, but she was sure he would not be one to spread this around, so sure, she didn’t even feel the need to ask him to keep her silence. She smiled awkwardly, not sure how he was going to react to this sudden outburst of emotional feelings, but that’s how Morninglight was, masking her feelings until it all cascading over like a raging waterfall, much to the surprise of anyone close enough to witness it. “But I will be fine, don’t worry about me!” she was quick to reassure him, focusing her attention back to the camp, foolishly looking for Tallstone…again. “It’s a lot to take in I’m sure and it seems like I am more tired than usual lately,” she added, stifling an ill-timed yawn.
Her gaze rested once again upon Northwind, beautiful, dazzling Northwind, soon to be surrounded by equally glorious kits. It was terrible of her to even think badly of Northwind or her success, after all, Morninglight was the "other women", shamefully believing that she had a right, any right to Tallstone. “It’s just hard sometimes,” she added quietly, her eyes falling down to stare awkwardly at her delicate golden paws.
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Post by silverhawk on Aug 20, 2009 15:24:51 GMT -5
i know that you'll see someday SILVERHAWK that i can't live without you
He was glad she looked up into his eyes and saw the expression there. He didn't have to push her at all before she slowly began to open up. And he could tell she'd been holding too much in for too long. No cat could keep so perfectly shy and polite as she and not have everything build up within. Everyone needed some kind of outlet. Even stubborn Cometpaw had moments when she cracked and let emotions spew forth in the form of angry words. Emotions were flickering over her face as she spoke. He felt relieved to see her expressing herself.
But his relief was short-lived. He had continued sweeping his tongue over her golden pelt, but found himself stopping as he was soon completely entranced in her words. His pale amber eyes remained glued to her green gaze, unable to look away. She had been through far more than he had expected. Sure, he knew there had been pain in her past. If their hadn't been, she wouldn't of left her birth clan. But she had witnessed far more than he could have expected. It made his simple life pale in comparison. Concern bubbled in him for Beestripe, but he pushed it away, knowing he'd be able to deal with that later.
When it came to her relationship with Tallstone, he really should have predicted it. He had easily picked up on her glances towards the dark silver tom, noticing the way she glowed when he was around. But he suppose he hadn't thought about it this much before. He already saw the relationship between Tallstone and Northwind as over, but he supposed it wasn't necessarily. Tallstone was a good warrior, and a good, gentle father. He would feel obligated to stand beside Northwind if for no other reason than their kits. Silverhawk felt torn. He knew if it were just as simple as the two falling out of love (if they had ever really been in love, he couldn't tell anymore), he would have agreed that it was best to stay mates, although not lovers, for the sake of the young lives they had created together. But when you threw Morninglight into the mix, he couldn't be sure. Silverhawk wanted very much to see her face light up with happiness the way it used to. He wanted her to feel loved for once, to feel beautiful and needed. But he was no longer sure Tallstone could give that to her properly.
And it wasn't just a matter of seeing things from Morninglight and Tallstone's point of view. Northwind, always capable, strong, independent, would still need to be supported. She may be a little self-centered when it came to her peers, but Silverhawk knew Northwind was a mother unlike any other. She adored Cinderpaw. The apprentice was the only cat the medicine cat knew she cared whole-heartedly for. She became upset when he was, distraught when he was hurt or sick, and jumped to protect him from any adversary. She would put her heart and soul into raising her litter, even if Tallstone didn't. But she couldn't do that alone. At the very least, she'd need someone to hunt for her. Preferably, though, she would need a tom to stand beside her and be a father-figure for her kits. Silverhawk wasn't sure Tallstone could do that when he no longer loved Northwind.
Morninglight fell into an awkward silence when it came to the end of her story. Tallstone certainly did seem fully interested in the golden she-cat. But the tom had been infatuated with Northwind for years. How could he get over that so quickly? Silverhawk didn't believe the warrior was nearly as over his previous love as he said. When the she-cat spoke again, the medicine cat's pale amber eyes widened.
Well, now, this made things far more complicated. An anger sprung up in Silverhawk that surprised even himself. How could Tallstone do this? Was he really so mousebrained that he had not expected such a thing to happen? He should have let things settle before making them even worse. Without thinking, Silverhawk's claws slid in and out, grazing the hard-packed soil beneath them. "It's about to get a lot harder, I'm afraid," he said, managing to keep his voice even and gentle. His ears flickered back in unease. Best make sure before you make a big deal out of nothing. She might just be stressed, he told himself, pushing his emotions away, but feeling a tinge of panic swirling in his stomach. He stepped close to her again, pushing his nose deep into her dappled fur. Sure enough, the scent was there. It was still faint, but it would soon make its way to envelope her completely, so any cat within a few foxlengths of her could tell in a heartbeat.
He lifted his head slowly. How was he to tell her? He sighed, shaking his head softly. There was no point beating around the bush. Best just to say it. "Morninglight... You're pregnant."
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