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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on May 4, 2009 17:33:55 GMT -5
The sky above was a dark grey color. The clouds seemed as heavy as Teargale's heart, and the rain held inside seemed to yearn to come out. The stormed loomed ever closer. It was dusk, and the dimness had fallen like a blanket covering the world. To the she-cats sorrow, silverpelt was covered by the clouds. She looked down. Everyone said that she'd get over him, but the rip in her heart seemed to be unrepairable.
The white and brown cat let out a listless sigh, settling down near the edge of camp under a wispy willow. The air around her was warm and it wasn't long before she had slipped into a light sleep. She had only entered her dreams for a moment before she heard the soft step of footsteps coming towards her. She struggled to emerge from unconsciousness and blinked her teal eyes until the night adjusted from being so completely black.
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Post by » Sacrifice on May 4, 2009 17:49:20 GMT -5
It was the first night after CresentClan had been attacked by rogues, and won the battle, with the aide of a few others. Borders were still being patrolled regularly though, as there was no reason to trust any outsider of the clans, not when everything had happened so recently. That could be a reason that the silver tabby tom was out on that starless night, maybe to make sure there were no intruders, even though the camp and forest was quiet, aside from the soft sounds of crickets chirping. However, the most obvious, was the lie. The real truth in this nightly journey was just the fact that the silver tom enjoyed dawn and dusk better then any of the other times during the day, the time when he could relax more really, as almost nobody was up, those who were often had their own problems, and if he could, Darkangel found himself trying to solve their problems. It was a challenge, to make others heal from what they couldn't change, and it was one that he took up with great enthusiasm, no matter what he showed to comfort the other cat in their misery. You would be surprised how many times he had managed to help others, when sometimes he couldn't even help himself.
Stretching, the forest was seemingly empty today, the darkened sky creating shadows where there was normally light, until a bright flash of pelt caught his soul searching blue eyes. Scent revealed that it was not a rogue, but rather, a clan cat. Teargale, to be exact. A touch of curiosity flickered brightly in the tom's orbs as he followed the scent. Teargale had not had the easiest life, they had all heard the stories. Maybe though, that mask was fake, that she really hadn't gotten over what had happened to her mate and kits. Or maybe, she just enjoyed the time as he did. Whatever may be the cause of this wandering, Darkangel felt a prick of interest, as well as concern for the other cat. Moving from his little spot, he was quick to see Teargale as she sat under the Wispy Willow. It seemed his near silent steps had awoke her from the brief sleep she had entered. Whoops.
"Sorry to wake you Teargale."
Dipping his head briefly to the other warrior, blue eyes still watching the brown and white she cat, he asked her what was on his mind;
"Are you alright?"
Voice gentle, and full of concern, Darkangel sat down beside her, tail wrapping around his white paws.
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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on May 4, 2009 18:04:15 GMT -5
"Darkangel" she said in surprise as she recognized that silver tabby. "It's fine."
She looked at him oddly, meeting his eyes with a shade of unfathomable lost curiosity. She seemed to be looking for something, and her gaze was one that penetrated right to the heart. Her blue eyes were far darker than the tom's, almost gray, ye they had a certain light to them. It came from the inside. She was a sad character, but she always managed to brighten even others' most starless of nights, even if she couldn't lighten her own.She didn't rise and looked away from the deputy, her mind wandering freely over so many strings of life in her mind that had been cut short.
"Fate is the truly the most fearsome foe," she murmured at last, her eyes severely focused on a rock across the river. It was as if she was looking so hard, she wasn't seeing anything at all.
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Post by » Sacrifice on May 4, 2009 18:21:01 GMT -5
"Yet, it is fate that shapes who were are, and brings us the joy that we often take for granted. At the same time though, as you said, it can be a foe, bringing chaos and misery."
He murmered softly, watching the starless river as it moved across it's path, one of the best places to hunt for fish in the territory. It was odd though, seeing the water as it rushed by without the reflection of the Silverpelt reflecting off the glass like surface. Maybe it was just the storm that had caused these clouds, but maybe there was something behind it. Who really knew? Nobody could predict the future, no matter what those Circuit cats said about being able too.
"It is strange not seeing the Silverpelt on the river, isn't it?"
Being content to just sit as time sped away, Darkangel only turned his gaze back to Teargale once, as if there was something behind what she said, as if not all was as it seemed, or as how one made life out. For the tom, life was how he lived really, quiet and simple, but it was something that he loved. The rogues had been driven out from the territory, and life would go on. Even some of the warriors had become rather fond of each other, so manybe there would be a new litter, or litters around here. Kits were always amusing with their antics.
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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on May 4, 2009 18:32:09 GMT -5
Teargale didn't turn back around, but her head tilted to the side before she answered back quietly, "It is, but I know that the stars are still there. Above the chaos of the world, there is always a light that shines beyond a land of havoc."
A shiver passed over her back and abruptly she turned towards Darkangel, her gaze piercing and troubled, but she wore a smile all the same. Sometimes a smile was all she had. There had to be happiness in everyone, she believed. It couldn't be scared out, yet sometimes Teargale thought it might be lost to her spirit forever. She sat up, slowly, licking a paw and pulling it over her face to clean. She randomly thought of kits. Although it brought the painful memory of her own kits up, it also was followed by a small giggle at just thinking of how silly the little bundles of fur were.
"What happened to the happier times?" she asked, even though it sounded more of a rhetorical question not to be answered, she sometimes wished she really did know.
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Post by » Sacrifice on May 4, 2009 18:53:39 GMT -5
"For if there was no light to guide our paw steps as uncertain as they may be, the world would be lost, havoc having finally gained the rule over all, as it has long tried."
Some had always considered the deputy to be a bit strange, but not as in insane. Rather, it was the way he looked at things, as though it was from a different angle from everyone else, as if he wasn't actually part of the scene. Part of the reason he spoke like he did though, was because it was something he had always done, not a habit he could break. It was nice though, as he kept his gaze on the river, to find someone who at least understood what he had to say, and answer with something that he would have guessed. It brought a sense of ease around the she cat.
Rhetorical questions were something that always did have an answer, although the speaker may not think there was a reason to answer it. Yet, this question happened to be one of the few that Darkangel had often considered himself, and the answer remained to be a mystery, as there was no answer that could be considered reasonable. Maybe though, as thoughts flickered through the tom's mind, there actually was an answer to this one. Something that they had just spoken about. Fate maybe?
"I would guess that it would be a mixture between life and fate."
Well, maybe it didn't make too much sense after all...
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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on May 4, 2009 19:25:38 GMT -5
The smile dropped from Teargale's face and her expression became suddenly somber. It looked as though she were suppressing tears, swaying a little unsteadily on her feet.
"Lives are cut short so often," she said with unexpected bitterness, "Why does the warrior die young when they might have their whole life ahead of them."
She followed Darkangel's gaze and was quiet before speaking again. "I complain about things that I have no control over. Oh, I whine far too much." she turned once more to him, "What about you. You must have your own feelings, too." she ventured leaning a little closer, "What lies beneath your mask is hidden well, but there are always faults and the longer you keep something up, the more easily it may slip." |
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Post by » Sacrifice on May 4, 2009 19:50:16 GMT -5
Watching her carefully, the concerned expression back once more as Teargale seemed to sway on her feet, before taking the question she asked into a deep consideration. Once more, she had called one of the questions that almost had no answer, at least, no true answer. Or maybe it was a question not meant to be answered, something that Darkangel had always had trouble with, as he tried to find an answer for everything. A lot of things could be explained, if one just took time to figure it out.
"From what I've considered, there are two options for the reason lives are cut short. The first is what most think the truth, the fact that they were called. Or, as I often think, they just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe though, it is a combination of the two, we all have different views on that."
As he spoke, softly as usual, his gaze did not stray away from the she cat, his head tilted slightly in curiosity, but also something more. It wasn't sympathy, anyone could managed that look, but rather, it was of understanding. She was right, there was something hidden behind the mask that he held, something that tormented him like the death of her loved ones tormented her.
"What is behind the mask matches you, in a way. Only it is not the death of those close, rather, the death of a sibling at the claws of what I could not have changed, but still feel as though I should have been able to. I should have been faster, and seen what would have happened, rather to be the blind fool that I was."
Shaking his head, voice sorrow filled, it seemed that the understanding had been true, as death had crossed with the tom as well, death of a loved one, although maybe not on the same level.
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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on May 4, 2009 21:48:19 GMT -5
Being called. She liked that answer. To be called away to death made things easier to accept. It was as if they had made their own choice. To say they'd been at the wrong place at the wrong time was too shocking. However, it was true, too. The world was cruel, and sorrow could only follow such savagery. Maybe it was just the world's way. Maybe there was an antidote.
Teargale watched Darkangel as he revealed at least a vague piece of a complicated puzzle. A sibling. your natural defense was to protect a sibling. Yet, she knew that not even the strongest cat could save everyone, even if it was your sibling. She found herself now leaning more than expected. Her flank was pressed against his side, her head gently resting on his shoulder.
"Guilt only expected," she whispered, although she didn't know why she spoke so quietly, "To blame yourself for a mistake that was never a mistake on your part."
She blinked and lifted her head so that she was staring at the sky. It was now pitch black outside. Even with her night vision you couldn't see more than five foxlengths in front of you. Her eye were inscrutable, even that close, but they held something that was more than just simple compassion. Their pools were so much deeper. Leaning up slowly, she licked his cheek tentatively.
"Maybe there's a cure to a shredded heart," she mused, "Maybe not, but we can still hope." She gave a small smile to him; a real smile. |
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Post by » Sacrifice on May 5, 2009 18:07:39 GMT -5
Life was like a maze really, if one thought about it. There was no way to tell which way was right or wrong, and there were times when you were lost and alone, paying for your past actions. Yet, there were turns that you took which brought you joy and happiness, bringing light to the dark. Only, there was no way to get to the end of this maze, as once you reached the exit, you were on your way to joining StarClan, where you would forever find peace, but not in the living world. Maybe though, that was blessing, not a curse. After all, it had to be easier up there then down in the real world, right?
The sudden warmth he felt was unexpected as Teargale pressed slightly into him, but he found that he actually liked it. How long had it been since he had felt that type of comfort? Silent on the outside, it appeared to be that nothing ever really bothered the deputy, creating a calm, collect air around him. Few ever saw the other side of things, the emotions that he kept hidden from the clan, what lurked behind the mask. With this cat though, who had suffered as he had, Darkangel released something. He didn't mind the fact that he had told Teargale something about himself, that it was as if she could understand his pain, as she had suffered her own before.
"Yet, it feels as though I still should have done something different, even though I know that I couldn't have. Guilt tricks the mind into thinking that something could have been done, no matter how much you try to push it away."
Sighing slightly, Darkangel smiled slightly at Teargale and gently flicked her ear with his tail, obviously not minding her. It was nice to be around her, he found.
"Hopefully there is one, as hearts are easily broken, but not so easily repaired, if they can be."
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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on May 6, 2009 18:39:27 GMT -5
((In other threads, we should have them continually meet and become closer, until we make a post where they are finally in love and admit it. This is finished.))
Teargale relaxed into Darkangel, gently breathing in his scent as she mused over his words. It wasn't everyday other's actually understood her. He knew what it was like to feel mental pain, to lose someone. He also knew about life, and although he was just as lost as she was in its threads of fate, he still mused on it, no matter how he might hate it sometimes. Teargale knew that she had not ever met a cat like Darkangel, not even her old mate. Of course, she hadn't always been the way she was. She had once been happy and cheerful. It was a lifetime ago it felt like, but it had once been her. Then she hadn't known about life that much at all. She stood up and blinked an eye in the deputy's direction.
"It's late. I should get some sleep. I'm to be in the dawn patrol tomorrow." Although her face was clear of emotion, but as she walked to the warriors' den, she thought she had never been as at peace with herself. [/blockquote]
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