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Awake
Apr 18, 2009 11:17:18 GMT -5
Post by » Sacrifice on Apr 18, 2009 11:17:18 GMT -5
It had been the last fight of her life as she had felt the claws slice into her. Not fast enough.. It had been her last thought as she had fallen to the ground, the world growing dimmer and dimmer, the fighting just becoming a roar to her ears as everything seemed to loose focus. Try as she might, holding on had been too much, her strength already taxed from fighting. The flame colored she cat had slipped right off of the edge, into the world of the Stars. Just like all the cats that had fallen in the clans, she had gone, death for her clan, and hoping that they could win this battle.
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It had seemed to be only seconds when the she cat awoke, leaping to her feet, eyes wide with anger, ivory claws unsheathed. After a few heartbeats though, she calmed, and saw what she really was. Her pelt, once so bright and fire like, was covered in Stars. Everything was made of stars here, so there was only one place she could be. StarClan. It had been her time to go, it seemed. But why would StarClan call such a young warrior to their ranks, when it was obvious her clan needed her?
Letting out a soft sigh, she was alone in this world right now, Flammingsong walked away from her spot, a long black stripe where she had gotten hit, and then killed. It was jagged, and very broad. There was no way, she knew now, that she could have avoided getting killed. As she gazed down at the cats that were still fighting though, a longing swept into her. How she wished that she could be down there, fighting alongside her friends. She didn't have a family, but weren't clans suppose to be like families? It had seemed that way to her.
Giving a low, remorseful sound, Flammingsong looked around her, aware of how alone she was here, and that she would never again walk with those who were her friends. She would only be a shadow to them, or maybe a bit of luck on a hunting trip.
Why! Why did I have to go! Her heart burned with anguish, her mind racing. Death was never an easy step, only those who expected it could enjoy it. She had fallen young, and awoke alone. This was not what she had always thought StarClan was like. Nothing that the stories she had heard said about, nothing like anyone had ever told her...
She could only imagine a sound sound, the sound of paw steps, as they echoed in this place. And the only sounds she thought she heard, were the sounds of herself.
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Awake
Apr 18, 2009 14:46:30 GMT -5
Post by yellow on Apr 18, 2009 14:46:30 GMT -5
(( May I post? ))
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Awake
Apr 18, 2009 17:07:29 GMT -5
Post by » Sacrifice on Apr 18, 2009 17:07:29 GMT -5
((Yes. Its open.))
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Awake
Apr 20, 2009 8:16:42 GMT -5
Post by ~XxLone*WolfxX~ on Apr 20, 2009 8:16:42 GMT -5
((Then I shall like to post. ^^))
It had not been long ago that this tom had come here. He had been taken the same way his parents had been taken. He has a serious dislike for rogues now. The tom flicked his ear slightly as the she cat came. Up here it was hard to tell what cat came from which clan. Or maybe that was just how he was. He did not step forward just yet. For now his blue eyes watched her trying to decide what clan she was from, how she fell, and what she was thinking. But that was hard to do. The once Pewterclan warrior sprang down from what appeared to be a large boulder. Landing lightly he hardly make a sound. He had run into his parents the first day he had came here. It had been a bit frightening to suddenly wake up in a place like this. Even if you knew of Starclan and such.
"What has brought you here?" Birdflight asked standing off to the left side of the she-cat a few paces away. His voice wasn't hostile or friendly. Quite monotone. He didn't want to be rude yet he wasn't quite the friendly type. Right in the middle would be where he was. Not that it really bothered him.
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Awake
Apr 20, 2009 19:47:44 GMT -5
Post by » Sacrifice on Apr 20, 2009 19:47:44 GMT -5
The voice was one she had heard before, if not often. It had been in her home clan, the one and only PewterClan. Although the name of the feline escaped her, the fire colored she cat only knew that he had been killed in the first battle. Sharp green eyes curious of this strange yet not cat, Flammingsong turned to see who this was, noting the scars on his back where he had been last attacked from, as her throat was a darker color then the rest of her being. Her parents had been rogues, and since she had not seen them here, some part of the she cat knew that they had never found their peace, that they would never have a chance to find each other here, as they once had hoped.
"Battle. Of course, rogues. I was brought here by that one." Flicking her tail at the battle below, she pointed the black footed ferret colored tom with the strange silver band, eyes flickering of the crimson and red tom who was fighting with Goldstar. It hurt too much to just stand by and watch, the she cat had to turn painfully away from the small pool, back to the cat whom she had seen before, but not long enough to fully remember. Sometimes, she did have memory problems, but did it really matter here, where everything was as the way you wanted?
Sometimes, things can be more cut out then they really are...
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Awake
Apr 20, 2009 22:41:55 GMT -5
Post by yellow on Apr 20, 2009 22:41:55 GMT -5
Amberchase walked straight toward Flammingsong. "Oh, tis an unfortunate thing when you die is it not, Birdflight? Redspirit seems to want to take a piece out of my killer; which I don't think is a good idea." She looked nervously at the battle. "Is that who I think it is?" She gazed in shock at Toph and Riverwing. They had broken the warrior code by having kits together and now they were fighting alongside eachother. To her dismay, the kits had gotten mixed up so the kits with powers were in the clan. A dangerous thing, that is; Especially if one of the kits was evil. She knew Claraheart's mate would be quick to train Cloudpaw to kill and destroy.
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Awake
Apr 21, 2009 21:24:24 GMT -5
Post by » Sacrifice on Apr 21, 2009 21:24:24 GMT -5
((Moss, that post doesn't make much sense.))
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Awake
Apr 22, 2009 15:34:12 GMT -5
Post by Destiny on Apr 22, 2009 15:34:12 GMT -5
A black tom padded forwards seemingly out of nowhere. "Greetings." he meowed quietly to the group of cats before gazing at the battle in time to see a ginger tom bite a cat in the throat, panic and take off. The injured cat was completely fine, of course. It was just Madina being a moron. The black cat's tail lashed. "What is he doing there? We swore we would have nothing to do with that Renegade! Well, I had no choice in the matter." He turned back and squinted at the others. "I don't believe I spoke my name. How rude of me. My name is Chem. That ginger furball was Madina. We're both rogues, of course. Though you can see by the fact that I'm in Starclan and that moron didn't want to kill, we're the more...Agreeable type of rogue. Aye, in fact, I tried to kill Renegade myself, when he first took up residence. I had just found my brother, after years apart. He was serving under Unicornsbane apparently. Found it easy. And then Renegade took over and we were all so scared. So I decided to end it all. Slipped into his den that first day, and bang! Didn't realise the tom could fight so well. Although, he'd be stuffed if he couldn't, wouldn't he? Killed me in minutes. Don't think Madina ever found what had happened, musta just assumed that I fled. We all had a choice, join or flee... Oh, I am sorry. I do talk a lot, when I babble on you will have to stop me. Anyway, what are all your stories?" he sat back and beamed at them, as though the fact that they were all dead did not put a damper on his spirits.
((*slams head into desk* Starclan...BAD...POST!))
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