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Post by frostkit on May 5, 2009 15:13:06 GMT -5
To a world full of color
Birds flying high You know how I feel Sun in the sky You know how I feel Breeze driftin' on by You know how I feel
Frostkit opened her eyes to a few rays of sunlight dancing upon her face. Not even the thick folige of the TealClan nursery could stop the sun as it streamed in and bathed the inhabitants like an answered prayer. She squirmed to her feet, out of the heaping mass of her siblings, still sleeping soundly next to their mother. She wanted to get out of the nursery, and above all she wanted to play. Scampering back and forth, she prodded her siblings with an impatient paw, and when they did not immediately stir, she grew tired of waiting and bounded out of the nursery by herself.
Even with the sun, it was a fairly cold morning and Frostkit shivered, suddenly missing the warmth of the nursery. Her breath came out in icy puffs as large aquamarine eyes flickered over the Teal Clan camp, wide with wonder and tinged softly with apprehension. Nevertheless, she took a few pawsteps out of the overhang and into the sunlight. The sun brightened amber-gold striped coat, a far cry from that of her siblings, who took more after their mother Inkpool. She lifted her delicately shaped head to the sun and breathed deep. What a glorious day.
With a sudden bolt of energy, she scampered around camp, basking in the early daylight, her tail swishing behind her. Her attention was captured momentarily by a butterfly of bright hue when, without warning, she collided into something ebony-furred and huge. Blue-green eyes glanced up and up and up to finally meet the quizzical stare of Loststar, the leader of TealClan. She squeaked in surprise and flattened her ears in dismay at the thought of being punished or worse by the large tom. With his towering statue and thick black fur, the leader was an impressive and slightly scary sight for such a small kit. His mis-matched eyes looked down at her and then back at the nursery, mentally making the connection. Then his mouth twitched upwards into something that, with a little imagination, could be a smile and his eyes glinted with amusement. “You are a little far from your mother, aren’t you?” he asked, not really expecting a response, but wanting to put Frostkit more at ease. “Why don’t you head back to the nursery?” he suggested. She nodded slightly, glancing back to the safe haven she shared with her family. She turned back to the leader and replied, “Thankum” softly, strange for such a normally loud kit, but she wasn’t one to forget her manners in front of the leader.
As he turned away, she padded back to the nursery, slightly relieved and even more excited. Not every kit got to talk to the leader, even if she didn’t get the adventure outside that she had been looking forward to. With quiet pawsteps, she tiptoed back into the nursery, glancing impatiently at her siblings. With luck, they would never know that she had left. She certainly didn’t want a talking-to from her mother or father, although she knew it would be hard for her to keep quiet. Pushing those thoughts aside, she poked her siblings once again with her paws, “Get’up! Get’up!” she mewed.
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Post by hailkit on Aug 5, 2009 0:01:35 GMT -5
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[/font] in his eyes everything was filled with beauty [/font]
the shone brightly in the real world, like dozens of fairies dancing in pieces of lights. like new york billboard signs glaring down at its inhabitants, the glaring words going blink-blink every five seconds. a summer sun that was both warm and forthcoming, never dim. the thick foliage of the nursery did not prove as a easy barrier as each feline was bathed soft beams, filtering through the frost of his dreams. blue-green eyes snapped open.
his bright silver coating was permafrost against the warmth of the sun, the contrast of both hues just like the opposition of his sister's familiar ginger-white and the shocking ice-blue of her eyes -- eyes that looked exactly like their father's, glacierstone. hailkit remembered limited things about their warrior father, a tom who everyone described as handsome and charming and perfect, with a cold mysteriousness that alluded most, but sleetkit wouldn't ever spare a word for. he remembered enough to tell sleetkit of him, of the broken memories of their fluttering father who they must have loved and adored, but can't remember anything other than his ice-blue eyes, like chilling rain water, and rough, soothing tone.
he wanted to remember, and yet hailkit felt something pull at him everytime he tried. as if his mind was fighting profusely against it, hating with all the hate in his little kit-body, and perhaps this was why sleetkit scowled whenever he wondered outloud about it in her presence, throwing such silly ideas away with annoying murmurs and thoughtless smacks on the head. such flashes of memory left him blank and confused, his head in a painful whirl. headache. the medicine cat insists to stop doing what ever he had been doing. headache. whitedrop licked his fur, take a nap she said. headache. sleetkit said stop having silly dreams. headache. okay, okay he would stop.
yet, there was always that nagging though in the back of his mind and when he was nearly drugged on sleepy poppy berries, he would let himself be lost in the folds of forgotten memories, dragging him back into a daze of images that he would not remember when he woke. he would stumble into the nursery and fall asleep on his sister, soft mumbling growing dry on his small tongue. "he's back. i can see him." sleetkit would shift. "why won't he come?" sleetkit would groan softly, leaning against him. "i want mama." whitedrop would sleepily nudge him to be quiet. "why is everyone lying?" and for him, the world would stop.
he gasped softly, the eyes that had temporairly drooped closed when he had lost himself in thoughts once more snapping open and revealing the real world with a sharp clarity. it was a cold morning that was blazing in comparison to his made-up fantasy of dreams, where it was cold and foggy and frigid, ghosts of the past coming up to greet him. he blinked, everything so sharp and clear, and staggered to his paws. slowly, hailkit turned to frostkit.
his lips curved upward into a boyish smile, eyes brighter. "morning frostkit," he mewed, blue-green eyes meeting hers. he shuffled up to her on soft paws, getting close and then wrapping his tail around his paws, his face a gentle mixture of unprincipled happiness, a dense sort of glee that had no reason, that was normal for a kit like him. he laughed softly, pressing lips together to restrain the girlish giggle that threatened to rise, and let his lips slip into a wide smile. he leaned closer, grinning. "wanna go play? let them be bums today" he murmured, blue-green eyes touched with unabashed joy. they sparkled in the light as he waited for her answer.
[/blockquote] "he's cute. they're cute. <3" -- finished-- 616 words
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Post by frostkit on Aug 5, 2009 1:06:12 GMT -5
Frostkit She almost jumped at the sound of Hailkit stirring in his sleep, her full attention being absorbed in rousing her siblings with small delicate paws. Frostkit could hardly believe how sound of sleepers they were! Here she had just had the adventure of a lifetime! Running into the TealClan leader like that, and her brothers and sisters hadn’t even been up to witness it! As a she-cat who lived by day to day occurrences, running smack dab into Loststar himself was certainly a highlight of her currently short life. She whirled around and large sapphire hues steadied upon a small silver tom, not one of her litter, but a possible playmate all the same.
“Hiya Hailkit!” she exclaimed in a cheery tone, not a trace of apprehension or embarrassment at the fact she was just thoroughly surprised, instead her voice was light, an airy smile stretching her delicate features. It was a sheer wonder that she hadn’t woken up half the camp yet, much less the nursery. When Frostkit put her mind to something, it was usually accomplished one way or another, but her family was proving to be incredibly stubborn. She sighed girlishly at the thought, perhaps if her older siblings weren’t too busy, she could persuade them to play with her later.
The small tabby she-cat turned her attention back to the kit before her. After all, he wanted to play! She beamed at him, swishing her striped tail back and forth. “Sure!” she answered, casting a bright blue gaze down at the rest of her litter, almost reproachfully at the fact they wouldn’t even leave the nursery to go play with her. Her eyes flickered back to Hailkit, sizing him up with a quick glance. She hadn’t spent much time with him, but she would much rather have one reluctant playmate than a whole group of sleepy-eyed drowsy littermates. “Let them sleep,” she mewed in agreement, giving her chest a quick lick down her striped fur, and straightened up to look at him once more, wondering what they should play.
It came to her with a sudden burst of inspiration, a game that she particularly enjoyed and was perfect to play in the brisk morning air. Her expression became suddenly seriously, brows furrowed in concentration, as she crept up to Hailkit, her tail flicking low behind her. She rose, brilliant sapphire tones meeting his own blue-green gaze at eye level, close enough until they were almost touching. Than a wide grin spread across her delicate features, as she called out, “TAG! You’re it!” Before he could have a moment to react, she sprinted out of the nursery as fast as her slender legs could carry her.
Her second intake of cool morning air was more anticipated this time around and she didn’t shiver nearly as much as the chilly air seeped into her lungs and released from her lips in frigid puffs. On the contrary, the running was already doing her some good, her cheeks were glowing with pink-tinted hues. She skidded to a halt, churning up dust as she went, and turned around. She peered into the nursery with wide excited eyes, wondering whether Hailkit was going to follow her or not. “Catch me if you can!” she called out to him, face flushed with enthusiasm for her game.
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Post by hailkit on Aug 5, 2009 18:38:15 GMT -5
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[/font] in his eyes everything was filled with beauty [/font] perhaps if he had been older, perhaps if he had been more in tune with his hormones, hailkit might have fumbled with words at the close proximity in which she suddenly forced herself and her sparkling bright eyes. maybe if he was more smooth with words, he would have done like dusk-kit and taken this all in stride, charmed her with honey words and lingering glances -- however, hailkit was none of these things and simply replied in a way that was purely him.
when she finally responded, the young silver tom seemed surprised, but it wasn't her loud, cheery tone -- after all, he hadn't been any less enthusiastic as she. he grinned boyishly at her, at the optimistic tune to his voice and it was like a breath of fresh air for him. hailkit loved his sister, he truly did, yet somehow her sharp barbs became disconcerting and he had not only grown tired of them, but felt something inside him hurt whenever she would reprimand him like a mother. (not to say that whitedrop wasn't doing her job, just sleetkit with her tiny claws was much more convincing than the sweet queen who would never so much yell at them) in comparison, his blue-eyed den-mate was more fun to be around.
he leaned back then, reaching backwards to wash himself casually as he collected his thoughts. the drowsyness of the morning still hadn't escaped him yet and he had a lapse of ideas. he did not know what they could play, but the young silver-white tom was quite sure that frostkit would come up with something in time. the tom shifted again and raised a paw to his face, rasping the white fur gently with this tongue. his eyes flickered briefly to sleetkit, noticing her sleeping soundly. would she mind this?
the white-furred tom watched her curiously as the padded up close to him and his face tinged scarlet. other than sleetkit, he had never gotten so close to another cat -- face to face that is. whitedrop tended to stay back now that they were older and give them space. now was the time in which the young kit fumbled, awkardly taking a self-concious step back, but she was already upon him, her bright blue eyes as captivating as his sister's own. before he could blurt a reply, her lips stretched into a wide smile that triggered one of his own, eyes all sparkling and mouth splitting into a toothy grin. her words reached him and his expression was bewildered, blinking wildly.
then he let out a laugh when she bounced away from him, as silvery and sweet and perfect that he could muster. in a daze, hailkit watched her bolt through the nursery entrance and he shook his head, gathering his thoughts. without a moment's hesitation, he crouched and wiggled his behind playfully, eyes set into a determined laugh. he rushed through the ferns of tealclan's nursery, and the young kit was a blur of silver and white, sparkling blue-green eyes aglow. he spotted her an instant and made a bee-line for her, her words ringing in the clearing.
with a grace that only hailkit would be able to manage at such a young age, the young tom tackled her to the ground and easily grasped a hold on her. his body, while not much larger, towered over hers and leaned closer, bright blue and sparkling blue-green meeting with a shock. pure and bright and full of laughter, hailkit whispered, " already did." then he touched his nose to hers. " tag, your turn !" he mewed.
his face flushed with cold as he immediatley bounced off of her and crouched playfully, teeth bared in a laughing grin. he wagged his tail, and wiggled his eyebrows, another laugh bubbling to his lips. he danced around her happily, grinning. "betcha can't catch me !" without hesitating, he bolted towards the camp's entrance, letting his legs carry him. he rushed through the boulders, not knowing where he was going, when he suddenly came to an abrupt stop at the slope that lay just outside the clan's entrance. the snow splashed around him, his breath coming in frigid puffs.
there the forest of tealclan stood, in all it's glory. "woah," he mumbled, breathless.
[/blockquote] "cuttee. ;D" -- finished-- 715 words
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Post by frostkit on Aug 5, 2009 22:56:07 GMT -5
Frostkit She let out a small squeak of surprise as the small silver tom tackled her, brown tabby and silver fur mingling as he stood over her, surprisingly strong for one his own age. She tried in vain to squirm away in desperation as to not be tagged, he was much faster than she had originally thought, but a bubbly giggle escaped her lips. She didn’t shy away from his touch, dsplaying no trace of awkwardness or shyness at having a strange tom, or a relatively strange tom get that close to her. She let out a silvery peal of laughter as he bounded away and leapt to her feet. She was more overjoyed that she found another kindred spirit eager to share her adventures.
She shook the dust quickly off her coat, resuming her soft brown tabby pelt free of the gray dust sprinkled upon the ground. She caught the fleeting silver form of her new friend, bolting out of camp. Without a second of hesitation, she raced out after him, a mix of black and brown streaks, regardless of the fact that they were about to leave camp. Frostkit had never been one not up for an adventure or a little bit of rule-breaking. “That’s what you think!” she called out in her high-pitched voice, but she wasn’t sure if he heard her, her voice died very easily on the wind.
However, in her haste to tag him, she neglected to notice that she had come to a sudden stop outside the entrance to TealClan. She smacked right into him, almost bowling him over with her slender form. “Got you!” she yelled in triumph, not so gently removing her tiny paws from his body. She sat there, tail swishing enthusiastically, face beaming in the light of the day, before she caught on to his lack of attention to her. Her large blue eyes followed his own gaze over to the wide expanse of territory that they were looking over. For a few moments, Frostkit too was silent, which was quite a feat in itself. She had never seen something quite as dazzling as the territory she knew that one day she would be patrolling and hunting in just like the rest of them.
Her jaw dropped, but she quickly closed it. It was one thing to look at the territory but quite another to actually explore it. She looked over at Hailkit, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. “Do you want to go out?” she asked, nodding her head in that general direction. She nudged his shoulder playfully, flashing him a sweet smile over her shoulder as she trotted out, marveling in just how big the world seemed to somebody so small. She turned around to face him, her eyes full of lovely sapphire hues and her face alight with laughter. "C'mon!"
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Post by hailkit on Aug 6, 2009 21:35:22 GMT -5
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[/font] in his eyes everything was filled with beauty [/font] crap. accidentally deleted it.
[/blockquote] "cuttee. ;D" -- finished-- 1131 words
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Post by frostkit on Aug 7, 2009 0:52:24 GMT -5
Frostkit She paused, unsure of how badly she had actually hurt him. She hadn’t meant to hurt him. It was just in her exuberance at finding a playmate who seemed just as fun and adventurous as she was, it was hard to rein in her seemingly boundless amounts of energy. She studied him for a moment, afraid that she had lost her new friend just as quickly as she had gained him, when he flashed her a reassuring smile and she breathed easier. Had she learned her lesson about being more careful with other cats? Probably not.
She opened her mouth, about to issue a sheepish apology, when she noticed his attention was directed elsewhere, perhaps thinking about turning down her offer. She wouldn’t feel personal offended if he did, perhaps he did not have the confidence that came so easily to her, or sheer recklessness others might call it. It seemed however that her casual persuasion had done the trick and his grin lit up his boyish features and she felt his tail brush her sides.
There was something very compelling in Hailkit. Maybe it was the fact that he was one of few toms in the clan that she was not related to, but the sparkle in his eye, his zest for life that rivaled her own, there was something very…well, if she had been older, she would have used the word attractive. But as a kit, she only knew there was something that left her hanging on his words and actions. Simply put, he was a whole lot more fun than anyone she had spent time with so far.
Where was Sleetkit anyway? She found it rather perplexing that Hailkit had left his sister alone in the den, instead of rousing her and asking her to join them. However, from what she had gathered, Sleetkit was more of a thinker and less of a doer, and Hailkit seemed perfectly content to spend the morning with her. She was pleased too, this day was shaping into something much better than she had originally hoped.
She purred at the thought of becoming warriors, wondering if they would still be friends by that time, having traded their kit games for the life of hunting and patrolling, everything they practice now becoming a reality. Still the idea of bringing back something amazing, much to the great envy of her siblings was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
In fact, she was too busy thinking about the amazing reception they would get once they returned to camp, all ideas of perhaps being punished for their little adventure were quickly forgotten, that she was caught off guard at Hailkit’s suggestion. He was almost out of sight by the time she returned to her senses, the last flash of silvery white fur almost disappearing in the undergrowth. She laughed and put on a burst of speed, tabby paws flying until she saw the back of him, then running along side his flank as fast as her kit legs could carry her, her fluffy striped fur rippling in the breeze. “Race to where?” she asked laughing, chest heaving as she gulped in every breath of her exhilarating run.
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Post by hailkit on Aug 7, 2009 21:12:06 GMT -5
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[/font] in his eyes everything was filled with beauty [/font] hailkit felt a rush of exhilaration run through him as he bolted through the forest. cats couldn't fly, oh of course hailkit knew that, but it felt like he could. as if wings had sprouted on his silver-white kit fur, the tom loped happily through the grass and watched with self reserved glee as the large pines turned to blurs of grays and blues and greens.
he laughed happily when frostkit caught up to him, but that was only after a subdued pause. in that second, he was caught up in staring at her -- and it wasn't because she was outlandishly pretty, as a tom might have thought for her when they grew up, or that she exhilarated him in ways that he was unknown to. no, it was because in her place, he thought it was sleetkit. sleetkit, his ginger-furred sister with ice-blue eyes colder than the frosty air that surrounded them. the sleetkit who played the role of his undeniably perfect sister who he wouldn't trade for anyone else in the world -- and yet he left her behind.
without slowing his pace, the tom cast a hasty smile - trouble mingling beneath the darker lines of his kitlike features - and looked away. sleetkit. she would be waking up now, upset and angry to find him gone. she would dig herself a rut of worry, wondering where her brother went and if he got himself in trouble. and then when he got back, she wouldn't nag him. she wouldn't tell him how concerned and troubled and crazy with anxiety she had been waiting for him. she would just give him a look, an utterly patiently look and then walk away, as if nothing had happened. his face would fall, his insides would crumble with guilt as they were doing now, and feverishly apologize. she would give him a long look then, only a turn of her head, before waving him off. she would say, you can do what you like. but she was hurt by it, and he knew.
he swallowed thickly and shook the thought away. hailkit cast a glance at frostkit again and smiled, his eyes twinkling with barely contained mirth. "doesn't matter. i won," he grinned cheekily and winked. "you can win next time though," he amended when he wondered if she would be hurt by his thoughtless teasing. he slowed to a stop then and the silver-white kit paused thoughtfully, licking his lips.
he opened his mouth to suggest another game when his gaze was diverted by sounds just a clearing over. hailkit cast a confused look at frostkit, raising his eyes delicately, and flicked his tail to a spot between two trees, where prickly shrubs covered it and a particularly small oak arched over, like an entrance. eyes twinkling anxiously, mischief sparkling within them, he dropped down to his haunches and crept forward silently, ivory fur pressed tightly against the ground.
when he crossed the boundary into the other clearing, however, he felt his heart leap into his throat and blue-green eyes widen, finding his mouth dry. his legs began to tremble.
he had never seen anything like this, not that a kit of his caliber was expected to of course. however, like most kits his age, with their bursts of courage and determination, he thought he had seen everything there was to say and could face the world openhardedly. now, arrogance was not common in kits like hailkit - ones that were sweet and warm and laughable at best - but like most kits, he wanted to see the rest of the world in all its glory, no matter the dangers.
yet, as he saw it loom above him like a strange dark cloud with bloodthirsty fangs, hailkit still felt his blood run cold as the warrior every kit thought they could be. and he suddenly wished he was back home.
there stood, for the first time in his life, a baby fox.
[/blockquote] "cuttee. ;D" -- finished-- 663 words
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Post by frostkit on Aug 7, 2009 23:25:55 GMT -5
Frostkit She returned his cheerful wink with a flutter of her long lashes. “That better be a promise you are going to keep,” she joked, amused at his victory more than disheartened at her defeat. She waited patiently, or as patiently as Frostkit could, her haunches wriggling to and fro, her head bobbing up in down in anticipation to his latest suggestion.
Frostkit then noticed that Hailkit’s attention was directed elsewhere, and by the look on his face, he wasn’t simply captivated by the beauty surrounding him. For a moment she paused, completely befuddled at what could have caused the look of…sheer terror that was running rampant over his features. She followed his gaze, almost apprehensively; fearful of what there was to be seen.
It was worse than she imagined. At first she couldn’t believe her eyes. It was a peculiar site, no bigger than an apprentice, scruffy brown fur, not unlike that of other cats she had seen, with a scrawny lanky body. She would have perhaps not been that terrified of it had it not been for the look in its eyes. Its light brown eyes were shadowed with a treachery that she knew would be foolish to turn your back to. They were flat and cold like chips of ice, regarding Frostkit and Hailkit without any sense of fear or curiosity, but it chilled her to the bone to stare at it.
Her fur bristled upon her back and for once in her life, completely and utterly silent, not wanting to give it any reason to attack them. What could she do? She doubted it would run away from them, but she didn’t want to run away, not knowing what Hailkit wanted to do. It was strange, to be confronted with her own mortality. Death was for prey or legendary cats after a life full of adventure. Not for kits like her or Hailkit. But it was almost paralyzing to contemplate that every breath that she gasped out of her frozen body could be her last. What had started as an adventure of a lifetime was quickly plummeting into a much more dangerous situation. How had she not contemplated the danger beforehand?
She flashed a dark blue gaze over to her companion, full of worry, fear, and laced with apologies. It was her fault they were in this situation and she wasn’t going to let Hailkit suffer for it. But she couldn’t stay to make sure Hailkit had a good chance to escape, he would never leave her. “We need to run together,” she muttered out of her mouth. “On 3…1..2…3!” she bolted away, frequent glances over her shoulder to make sure that Hailkit was following her and to make sure that the fox wasn’t. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, faster than her games of tag or racing, where her life and his was not hanging on a thin thread. She almost sighed at the thought of Hailkit. The camp was almost in sight and the fox wouldn’t dare to follow them this far, but she was sure Hailkit wouldn’t want to play with her ever again, not after this escapade. Her eyes were brimming with sadness at that particular thought.
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Post by hailkit on Aug 9, 2009 13:39:05 GMT -5
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[/font] in his eyes everything was filled with beauty [/font] for many moments, hailkit was unsure what to think or what to even feel. all the emotions that instantly flickered across his face, swimming through his bright green-blue eyes did not seem to belong on his young, childish face with its soft curves and boyish creases. what he first felt was fear, the feeling starting from the tips of his shaking paws to the backs of bristling neck and the edges of his trembling lips. he fought the urge to shiver in fear, unable to take his eye off the scruffy, small-pawed fox with russet-brown fur and a rather short, scrawny frame that didn't look to be more intimating that he would be of a fellow apprentice. however, the long war of cats and foxes trembled through his veins, igniting a sort of fire that even young toms like hailkit felt. his claws unsheathed, lips curling backwards, and the next emotion the rushed through him did not knock him off guard as the first: anger. hate.
the feelings were utterly uncalled for, as far as hailkit knew. if he hadn't been so unrelenting of forgetting, the young silver-white tabby would have known that his reasons for instantly hating the young figure were completely rightious. his mother -- his real mother, littlecloud, not his sweet, warm foster mother - a queen called whitedrop - had been killed by a fox and while hailkit would not normally be the type of cat to seek revenge, and while he probably wouldn't even if he knew, the young tom would at least have reason to suspect the surge of fear, mingled with anger and frustration that ran flush through his veins, as it did every other warrior. it didn't matter if he wasn't a warrior yet, he would be. as glacierstone had once told him, even the kits are warriors of the clan.
yet, hailkit wasn't old enough yet to understand the feeling coursing through him, burning through his veins and he was certianly not old enough to hold back the fear that made his paws tremble, made his neck bristle, to let him act in a forward manner. he didn't know to swallow his fear and concentrate on the natural anger, so instead his eyes flickered hesitantly to his companion - the pretty blue-eyed tabby called frostkit - only see her gone, the only thing left her was the whisper of her scent on the wind. he hadn't heard her mutter, hadn't heard her start off. surprised, then hurt and finally shocked, he snapped around - forgetting the feelings coursing through him - to find frostkit gesturing towards him to run.
finally his muscles cracked out of their icy hold and he found himself stumbling backwards toward the camp, then loping out into clear, long strides so that in a few minutes, he was by her side. he looked at her with a sideways grin, eyes twinkling brightly behind masks of true anxiety and raw fear, before he concentrated his effort on running back to camp, his white paws knocking hard against the open grass that he wondered if it was only moments before he would slip. the fox was way behind them, oblivious to their fear and anger and shock, but it was a while before hailkit could get his heart to stop beating and his body to stop trembling.
when they were just at the hollow, hailkit slowed down to a stop and caught her with his tail, gently flicking her flank. he paused, curling his tail tightly over his paws, and the young tom tried to catch his breath that was coming in short, frigid huffs. his skin felt hot and anxious, face flushed with effort. "... before we go..." he struggled, his voice a soft, tentaive whisper. he looked up at her then, his face washed with sudden guilt. "believe me, I'm really, really sorry ! I-I didn't mean..." his voice trailed off, looking away.
did this mean that she wouldn't be his friend anymore?
[/blockquote] "cuttee. ;D" -- finished-- 666 words
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Post by frostkit on Aug 9, 2009 16:21:27 GMT -5
Frostkit Between gasps of breath, Frostkit steadied herself and looked directly into his eyes, expecting waves of anger and frustration at her for it was her idea to leave camp and she who persuaded him in the first place. She had taken advantage of their newfound friendship, knowing that he would not have said no or left her to venture out alone. Instead she found neither anger nor frustration, but guilt etched into every crevice of his boyish features.
he was sorry…
That was almost more than she could take, him apologizing for her stupid ideas and grandiose plans for adventure and fun. For a moment she was too shocked to even respond, her insides squirming at the idea of him taking the blame. He was a far more selfless and well-mannered cat than she was. With her frosted tabby fur still quivering, she raised her head to look him straight in the eyes. “You are sorry? Don’t apologize for something that was…my fault, definitely my fault,” she answered, her normally loud and energetic voice soft and subdued with her latest mistake. “I didn’t know it was so dangerous,” she adding, hanging her head in shame, swallowing as she thought about the fox and just how close they were to…well…she didn’t even want to think about it.
What would her mother say if she found out? She might never be allowed to leave camp again! Or worse, Hailkit’s mother found out and forbidded him to see her again! So many terrible outcomes as the result of one stupid mistake. But how could she make sure Hailkit still wanted to be her friend…saying, “Let’s still be friends,” sounded stupid, even while saying it in her own head. “I’m sorry Hailkit,” she said, her normally bright blue eyes, downcast and shadowed by guilt and frustraition. “I..I..I still want to be friends…if you do that is,” she added quickly. “If you don’t, that’s ok, I will understand,” she said, her speech much faster this time and she offered him a weak smile.
She wouldn't blame him after all. And if he didn't, she would be ok, she attempted to reassure herself. She still had her siblings and other cats in the clan. She tried not to think about the fact that none were quite like this silvery tom with the bright blue-green eyes that seemed to be a perfect compliment to her own way-ward personality. Everything will be ok..., she repeated in her head, waiting for his final verdict.
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Post by hailkit on Aug 10, 2009 21:30:02 GMT -5
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[/font] in his eyes everything was filled with beauty [/font] and it was then that hailkit began to laugh. it was whole, hearty and unbelievably pure, which fell in contagious waves as it bubbled forth from his lips with silvery peals. his body shook, that trademark grin making its way to his face and even his blue-green eyes began to dance brilliantly with enthusiasm as he smiled wildly in her direction, his face open in pure glee. she would be his friend. nothing would change.
hailkit was a kit who saw beauty in every little crevice of life, who had learned to appreciate the things both big and small with a passion that not even warriors three times his age could properly pronounce. because of this, the young silver-white kitten had also experienced many things and showered the world in a brilliance of smiles and laughs, each of which were nothing like the ones he was now gracing his new companion with. he had given small, forced smiles. he had given wide, cheeky trademark smirks. he had given tight "nothing's wrong" grins. yet, the smile that touched his features - his shoulders shaking with easy, funloving laughter - was both enjoyable and excitable. nothing like the soft chuckles or wheezy coughs he had given once upon a time, the laugh that continued to bubble to young hailkit's lips were contagious to even hear.
of course, the sudden bout of kitlike easiness that he showed was expected to be taken in as surprising, even shocking. in fact, hailkit might have known some of the older, more grouchy cats in tealclan to scowl and then think he was a "maniac" for letting the sudden darkness that had previously loomed over the two bounce so easily off his shoulders. he would be sad but not shocked if frostkit went running off to her mother, telling her what a crazy cat he was and how she never wanted to play with him again.
but he was happy, and it wasn't the normal kind of, straightforward glee that usually preoccupied young hailkit. no, it was almost as real and pure as the warmth he felt when he was with sleetkit, regardless of her own mood, and he didn't think he would be able to ever find a friend that instilled such joy in him for telling him the news. with whitedrop, he was often frustrated but flattered and appreciated her kind actions with soft purrs that warmed the heart. with sleetkit, he was meek and frail but understanding of her harsh ways and loved her all the more for it, acting in the seemly oblivious way she seemed to want him to. although, with frostkit - a pretty she-cat with dark tabby fur and bright blue eyes that seemed to strangely compliment his own bubbly personality - it was different. he could be himself, and it was that he loved her for.
he smiled warmly down at her, feeling his heart clench faintly at the sudden forlorn emotion that filled in the lines of her softer features and he wanted to - it was like an incredibly urge that he couldn't ignore - make her stop. hailkit wanted to erase the guilt in her eyes, the surely pessimistic thoughts that filled her brain and replace it with the same electric shock that filled him, a happiness that couldn't be compared with. the young silver-white tom nudged her gently to make her look to his wide, happy face and he grinned wildly at her, blue-green eyes all aglow. "i'm not going to forgive you for this," he meowed, face constricting in false seriousness. than - as if he was that much taller than her but he really wasn't, only a midge - the tom leaned down and met her eyes with his. he grinned suddenly and let out a bubbly laugh. "because there's nothing to forgive you for ! that was awesome !" he gushed happily, dancing on his paws. he danced backwards and twirled happily, trilling a happy hum on his silvery lips. hailkit bounded towards the hollow, soft paws bouncing lightly on rock, and when he entered, he cast a backward glance. his eyes sparkled. "well, c'mon ! we hafta go tell loststar! we're gonna be heroes !"
[/blockquote] "cuttee. ;D" -- finished-- 704 words
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