Padding through the grass the molly felt like she had walked endlessly for days. Her paws ached and she felt her legs tremble. Not wanting to fall over she sat down. This was all too much for her. She wasn't as young as she used to be. Now she was around forty moons. It had been a long time since her mother had died and she strayed too far away from Riverclan. She had searched everywhere for her father. He was nowhere to be seen in the outskirts and she had begun thinking the worse had happened to him. Maybe it was time to move on?
Petuniafire knew she couldn't go on like this. She hated being alone. She hated walking around in hopes to find someone. It was time to call it quits and try and get back to her home. Would there even be anyone there she knew or were they all gone just like all of her babies? Not wanting to think about it right now she gave her fur a thorough wash. She was starting to look like a hedgehog. Her fur was all spiked on all ends. Petuniafire looked as if she hadn't washed her fur in days.
Marigoldpaw(leap) is my main character and is currently a Shadowclan Apprentice if anybody wants to roleplay with her or has a small plot they need an extra cat for. If you do just mention me in a post no need to ask and I'll reply whenever I can. Also if its a plot vm me what it is, so I'm not confused.
Surviving outside of RiverClan was hard [notably due to Rainpaw only knowing how to fish], but he would have to do so for the next three moons. The tabby apprentice's blue eye flickered around the place, looking for any signs of prey. His eye fixated on a small bush, rustling. He parted his jaws to let the scent flow in, recognizing it as a vole. He crouched down low, keeping their half-tail off the ground. They didn't know how to hunt, but if they didn't try, they would starve. Slowly, Rainpaw crept forward, making sure he was downwind of the prey. He knew that much. The one-eyed cat waited until he was a fox-length away from the vole, his blue eye fixed on it. They took a deep breath, and leaped.
They forced all of their weight onto their front paws, hearing a squeal from the vole as he landed on it. Quickly, the apprentice swooped down and bit the vole's neck, ending it's life. Thank you, StarClan he said silently as he bit into his prey. He much rather preffered fish, but in his hunger, it didn't matter. In a couple of bites, they finished their meal. It was small, but it would satisfy Rainpaw's hunger for the time being.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
[/Hoshi\]
| 18 Moons | Loner | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Beefed Up T1
[a burly ragdoll she-cat, with polished blue eyes, long, lustrous fur; scars running along her face]
[tw: very sad hoshi :sadge:]
'...is that?
.....could it be?
.... is it??
HOME!'
She knew she was lying to herself.
She knew she'd find no-one she cared about there, and be so disappointed she felt like turning off the sun so nobody would see her cry.
She knew she didn't want to admit she was missing her group so much, it felt like someone had drilled a hole through her heart.
Hoshi's mind screeched with forced-joy, as she bounded towards the fields. She'd climbed the tallest tree she could find in Pinewatch Patch, looking for a new place to settle down temporarily ('temporarily.....'), and saw this field. At first she'd thought nothing about it. And then her hopes spiked to the stars. Hoshi knew she'd have seen the mountain tops from miles away if it was home. Hoshi knew she was getting her hopes up for nothing. Wind whipped at her face, she was speeding fast. Home. Home! After........ how long had it been since she'd been ungraciously plopped down here by the force above danged universe? Well, she didn't care! Her friends were waiting, and she could just imagine their faces when she came back! She made herself zip towards the plains faster, ignoring the fact that there was no Mangle-river for miles back at home, ignoring the fact that the grass was never this flat, and ignored the lurch in her stomach from seeing the Mangle-river again, ignored the fact that her actual home was so far away it may as well be on one of the stars. She shook her head, erasing it of those treacherous thoughts when home was right there. Closer. Closer. Closer and closer.
Her eyes felt wet with the pure joy. Her mind was playing along. That was good, she needed to feel happy again. Once in a while. If it was really that important as they all said it was.
"HEY! GUESS WHO'S BACK!" She yowled, refusing to acknowledge that the distinct scent they're valley had was no where to be seen. Refusing to acknowledge that she was an idiot, that she should just give up, go curl up and let the world take her away into whatever happened when you died. She grinned, it was strained, as if there were a squad of cats ready to jump on her and kill her if she didn't look so joyful that her muzzle might just fall off.
And, she'd known it all along; this was not home.
It still felt like someone had taken out her very soul, shaken it until it was misshapen, and put it back the wrong way. It was a horrible feeling. Her chest compressed with that feeling of grief, that feeling of grief so deep and heart breaking you thought there was nothing left in this world and all you wanted to do is cry and cry until you die of old age. No mountains shone down at her; no friends were there to cheer her up; no comforting scents wafted through the air. Nothing was familiar here. Hoshi felt like wailing. Hoshi felt like falling into the deepest swamps and letting quiet peace take her.
Why? Why did she do that again? She gritted her teeth, refusing to cry where anyone could point and laugh and see her be all mushy and sensitive. No.
That wasn't her. She firmly shut the impending sadness away behind a prickly mental shield. She didn't need them right now.
She didn't need anyone right now.
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x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
The night sky is in upheaval, and Tsolmon has never seen anything so beautiful.
Not even the fire that had ravaged the tallbeast dens, which had choked the air with a punishing smoke and sent the housepets skitter-scattering and struck abject terror into Tsolmon's young heart, had been as lovely as the hell raining down from the skies this instant. Blinding colors and deafening noise. Day-bright flashing and an acrid singe-reek.
They're sick with fright. It's incredible.
Tallbeasts hoot and holler far, far away, at the other end of the plains. They can only hear them from where they're sat, and they can see the sleek backs of slumbering monsters camped in the grass. The lights fly up from there, striking the sky with furious lashes of yellow-red, green-blue, pink-orange. It's too dark to be sure, but Tsolmon would bet anything that they've punched a hole in the sky by now. All manner of sky-things would surely tumble out over the coming days. Rains and snows and fogs. Tsolmon can't wait to see, already anticipates the chaos with a tight and hungry heart...
For now, though, they watch. Marvel. Laugh, in some cases, when the spectacle startles any noise at all from them.
The night sky is in upheaval, and Tsolmon has never seen anything so beautiful.
Not even the fire that had ravaged the tallbeast dens, which had choked the air with a punishing smoke and sent the housepets skitter-scattering and struck abject terror into Tsolmon's young heart, had been as lovely as the hell raining down from the skies this instant. Blinding colors and deafening noise. Day-bright flashing and an acrid singe-reek.
They're sick with fright. It's incredible.
Tallbeasts hoot and holler far, far away, at the other end of the plains. They can only hear them from where they're sat, and they can see the sleek backs of slumbering monsters camped in the grass. The lights fly up from there, striking the sky with furious lashes of yellow-red, green-blue, pink-orange. It's too dark to be sure, but Tsolmon would bet anything that they've punched a hole in the sky by now. All manner of sky-things would surely tumble out over the coming days. Rains and snows and fogs. Tsolmon can't wait to see, already anticipates the chaos with a tight and hungry heart...
For now, though, they watch. Marvel. Laugh, in some cases, when the spectacle startles any noise at all from them.
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HEADER PENDING... Tangerine
He, Him\Loner\16 moons\Outsider
"Im reeling in my brain again before it can get back to you."
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"..ave....en....come...."
"...ait... Wait!"
"ack.... come..."
sizzle sizzle...
zzzZZZTTtttt....
White noise. Static. Pale and withered floor boards resting beneath his orange paws. The broken glass on the once sputtering box* was coming back to life with colors so unnaturally bright, Tangerine couldn't believe he was seeing them. A long and sharp whistle followed by an explosion of color reflecting in the glossy pool of the broken box. The tom raised himself to his paws, blinking back the smoke that fogged his vision and stung at his nose. They were beautiful... Probably the most entertaining thing he'd seen all season.
(*What Tangerine is referring to is a broken old school TV! It's screen is shattered and it's antenna's are twisted)
Tangerine shook away the soot that twirled their way onto his fur, like snowflakes that could scorch. He trotted from his isolated corner to further observe the newness of the current situation. The sky was being lit with fire, either that or the stars were finally burning out and exploding. What a day to be alive. Or, a day to die.
As Tangerine wandered to get closer to the source of the exploding colors, he spotted another cat. Younger than him and also enjoying whatever hectic excitement today brang. Tangerine fancied himself as being social, so he took it upon himself to sit next to them, angling his green eyes toward the exploding sky. His fur spiked with every holler, and his ears rang with every burst of rebellion in the once star filled sky. The smoke had it now. Had his lungs, his nose.
"Hey." He began, his words choking on the soot around him. He didn't say anything more.
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