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Post by falcon on Feb 9, 2007 20:49:22 GMT -5
Revenge stopped in the Secretclan camp, looking for Silhouettestar knowing she was in her den. He stopped in the middle of the camp.
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Post by Sparrowfeather on Feb 10, 2007 8:06:00 GMT -5
Oh, one can spend their whole lives wondering, and what good would it do? There is no end, and can never be an end, to everything to puzzle over. For almost anything you can wonder about, there is no answer. And so what is the point to wondering, to thinking, to dreaming? There is none, but does that stop anyone? Not in the least. Wondering, and never knowing, is that not agonizing? Yes, but does it stop anyone, anything? No. And here I'm proof, wondering about wondering. I hate this. I prefer this to making useless statement to countless others, but I hate having no answers. Will I ever know the answers? Will I ever know what my true purpose in these lands is? Will I ever be sure?
Wondering and thinking were like sleeping - she wanted to stay awake so badly sometimes when she was younger, to explore the night, but her body did not have the same idea. It preferred to cease much of its movement and ship her mind off to dreamland to be chased my cougar and to side with wolves and wake up seconds before she wiped out every light on the planet. It was that same with her mind - she wished she could shut don't that part of her that had questions; wished she could live simply by instinct - eat, sleep, do as told. . . or not. Why wouldn't someone else take over thinking and do all the telling? It would be nice to go even a single day without the endless struggle to remember why sh’ was here, to remind ‘erself sh’ had a purpose. Sometimes sh’ wanted so badly to end it all – to slip from the seemingly endless life ‘o following and obeying where sh’ saw fit – th’ life ‘o a mare. th' bright, yet emotionless pits that were 'er ooids snapped open once more as sh’ stared moodily at th’ earth, striking out at it wrathfully with a single dagger from 'er position on th' earth, and all the time thinking to ‘erself, fighting an ongoing battle within. Sh’ couldn’t help wondering if th' gods had a plan in store for ‘er – something that would stimulate ‘er twisted mind, or if sh’ was simply a piece ‘o property waiting to be claimed, as sh’ had been with so many others – only there to be used and then tossed aside like a broken toy. Sh’ had followed ‘er sharp equine instincts here from far away lands, though sh’ couldn’t help but find ‘erself wondering. . .
The cloak of night draped itself over the alpine form progressing through the hills, tall grasses brushing ‘er pillars. Coal viperess sauntered through the fading twilight. Raven tresses whispering about ‘er arc, spurs of ebon pace silently through the unyielding terrain. Chasms ‘o cerulean flickering around the surroundings, watching for the mark of life. There were none upon this mountainous land - th' land sh’ so chose to wander, its sloping sides profoundly feared by the equine that passed through. 'er cranium lifted high 'pon 'er elegantly arched boa, nares dilating as to catch th' scent 'o any unwelcome intruder 'pon th’ loam. Th' surroundings were silent, th' only scent in th' air was th' stench 'o rotting matter. No other encroached 'pon 'er space. Pistons o’ brawn ceased their progression, keen gaze observing the firma. Deep from within the demoness rang a strident bellow, a warning to all who might even consider disturbing ‘er peace. Call lingered on frigid air for what seemed like an eternity, no echo in response given. The hellion began to pace the hills and flats, stepping nimbly o’er th’ rocks and various other obstacles as sh’ awaited any possible response. Azure globes retreated from staring into the night and the harlot lowered and extended ‘er zenith hellwards. Raising it the charcoal one reverted to ‘er previous vigil before stepping forth in’t th’ darkness, seeking a place ‘o peace deeper within this terrain. Sh' came upon Revenge and spoke quite icily revenge, what is your buisness here?
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Post by falcon on Feb 10, 2007 8:07:58 GMT -5
"Sillio!!! I miised you sososo much! Come back!!!!!!!! It's not fair, there.. I MISS YOU!!!" Revenge cried out this all in one breath.
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Post by Sparrowfeather on Feb 10, 2007 8:11:28 GMT -5
Now as for her past, well to say the least it was led pretty normal. Rejected by her family, hated by all and exiled. Couldnt one call that normal enough? Well it was for Silhouettestar. To be hated by many, she was used to it though she knew not why. Others just seemed to hate her for being herself, what a pity. Yet the only family member who seemed to see who she really was just happened to be Eveningsky. Luckily enough he wasnt around, or so she thought, she could never be sure with him. Yet if answers were needed and they concerned Eveningstar, that was probably your best bet, for is anyone he knew almost everything about her.
Watch the world go round and round, always spinning like a carousel. Life has it's ups, an' life has it's downs.. Ever noticed that? Life is just like a giant carousel, each and every living thing are the horses that are continuously spinning and going through life's ups and downs. For some, however, the carousel is busted and they'll always remain flat on their rumps for the blessed day that Father Death shall finally rest his hand upon their shoulder. Wouldn't it be just plain grand to live a life like that? No, not really-but some are cursed to live that way and they don't have a say in it. So,what do you do? Build a bridge an' get over it, play the hand you're dealt, and just ride the carousel, baby! Of course,there are those carousel horses who aren't necessarilly broken and stay down on the ground-let's not forget those who are just split and spend more time down than they do up. Ravens and crows, for instance, may be optomistic fowl-but human imagery casts them as messengers for death and dark times. So be it, they're living their lives and playing the cards they were dealt. Not fair, and how. Why would you miss me
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Post by falcon on Feb 10, 2007 8:13:27 GMT -5
"Because... because... I love you..." replied the shaky rogue.
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Post by ¤ Fireh ¤ on Feb 10, 2007 10:09:31 GMT -5
Fireclaw padded into her den. "Sillhouettestar..." he trailed off. "A ROGUE!" he screamed, his fur bristled but he waited fo an order from his leader.
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Post by falcon on Feb 10, 2007 11:03:48 GMT -5
"WHOA!!!" Revenge did a flip. "You scared me!!"
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Post by Sparrowfeather on Feb 10, 2007 13:07:23 GMT -5
Rotting trees smelling of dead bark grasped out to grab the next moving life form. Moss clung to the decaying bark like leeches to human flesh. The dead grass beneath cracked, its fragile hold breaking at even the gust of wind. Leaves drifted to the ground, lifeless as a corpse. Once dancing flowers had withered to an ugly shriveled crisp. Rocks jutted out from beneath the soil in a deathlike manner, ready to stab anything that tread upon its pointed tip. The trees only thickened as one were to venture deeper before a sudden drop off appeared from thin air, one might fall to their death if not careful. For a sheer drop awaited any of the unaware and clumsy footed. That would be if one could make it this deep within this forest, for its creatures deadly and its odor simply horrifying, which also considered if one dared enter such a hellish place, for who in their right mind would have any wish to do such a thing. The only water being that of a hunter green and crawling with bugs, some of which seemed to have no name for they were unlike many of which one might usually see. If one was so parched as to drink from this place, they must be careful, for even the water held dangers. Behind the drowning trees that screamed in agony, hid monsters so green they blend with the water, on the prowl for any so dumb to drink from their domain. For certain death would be awaited for any who was not cautious and of the weary mind. Although one must hold in mind that dangers hid everywhere, and within this place more so then before. For this was no heaven, in fact one might consider this Hell on Earth, for it was a highly possible thought, for such a place could only be created by Satan himself. Not a place for the faint hearted.
This was how Silhouette saw things, dead, useless, pointless. She set her gaze upon Revenge and did not speak as Fireclaw came forth. She fixed him with a cold gaze, I do not believe I invited you, you seem to think I cannot handle a rouge on my own she said with amusement in her tones. Which is not so good as I am your leader and doubt in me, makes me think your not all that loyal, or just flighty she went on not stopping to allow an explanation. She flicked her gze to Revenge No need to flip out though, he hasnt killed you, of course I might
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Post by falcon on Feb 10, 2007 13:09:38 GMT -5
"Who, me?" He asked, glad Silhouettestar hadn't heard him tell her he loved her.
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Post by Sparrowfeather on Feb 10, 2007 13:14:11 GMT -5
Yet so many dangers lurked on the land, wolves, foxes and one might come across a badger or two. Minding the fact that some creatures that call this Hell home had rabies, but why couldn't they, look around where they live and see what isn't horrible. No, this is a place of torture and pain. No soul that enters went out without a mark whether physical or mental. But this place, is none the less a place that creatures of darkness call home and prefer it in such a way. But that is how they live, they live, breathe and crave the dark, they wish for the torture and pain this place brings them, for what? Well none but the inhabitants themselves can answer such a question. For it is all a matter of opinion, is it not. The slightest breeze and you could become the next meal on say a wolves plate. For if one thought of it in a way, every step you take makes you more of a murderer, maybe not to a living, breathing animal, but to nature. For every step crushes the fragile grass beneath, as does the wind itself. But so it seems Mother Nature intends this place to be fashioned in such a way, and who dares defy the will of Mother Nature? Not I. For none can control the will of her, she is but the mighty God herself, or so one might say. What point is there to complain but not to accept life as it comes and in this place it has been given the fate to rot into a living Hell for all who enter. So why would one enter such a place? Curiosity maybe? One say not to tell me that they enter by will, or rather is one dared to enter this Hell, in high hopes that one will never return. Maybe a foolish foal who considers themselves brave enough to enter and make it out, alive that is.
She looked at Revenge No the bird that flies above, of course you. Your earlier comment, I would advise you to retract it she said, no amusement lingering any longer, only an emotionless expression and flat tones. She had heard his comment, od indeed she had, for her orbs potrayedit so.
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Post by falcon on Feb 10, 2007 13:16:33 GMT -5
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Revenge ran and hid from sight in the Warrior's den. Wrong Move.
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Post by Sparrowfeather on Feb 10, 2007 13:22:53 GMT -5
Still, every step she took was not that of a dare or stupidity, but that of will. This place was nothing but a forest to her. Then again this was Silhouettestar and this soul was used to it by now. So why should she really care if the branches clawed at her pelt of ebon hue. Pillars carried her deeper within, following the ragged outline of the drop off with steps slightly collected. Every step sent rocks tumbling to a void below, never to see daylight again. For a slight veil filtered in between the thick overlapping tree branches. She paid little mind to this as yet again the jagged rocks veered sharply and unexpectedly to the left. Much of the ledge gave way sending boulders tumbling down, though no sound was heard as they disappeared into the darkness. The clouds above were dark with depression and the sky mourned. The drops falling like the tears of an angel. The mud dripped over the cliff, the high viscosity level slowing it down as if it were on slow motion. The soft sound of hooves against mud mingled with the noise of rain pounding the ground as if in effort to drown out the world. Clouds parted and not a single shard or shatter or light appeared, all was dark. Steps became slightly cautious though did not slow this equine down. The vixen continued on her way as if nothing was wrong with the scenario. In time the cliff spread out into the thickest part of the forest. Pillars brushed through the bracken with ease, crumbling all that stood in her way, or came in contact, for its fragile state was easily broken to a dead state. Obliterated and never to exist again, such a sad thing isn't it?
She watched him flee and rolled her orbs. Stupid little idiot sometimes she had to admit. Her tail folded across her paws as she nodded Idiot, I wouldnt have done that if I were you, but then again im not and if I were you and you were me I would be stupid but since I am I and you are you it makes me not such an idiot like say Eveningsky she murmered softly, she switched her gaze to Fireclaw silently, she pitied them all.
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Post by falcon on Feb 10, 2007 13:24:11 GMT -5
"What?" He replied, utterly confused.
((Im even confused... lol))
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Post by ¤ Fireh ¤ on Feb 11, 2007 10:20:17 GMT -5
Fireclaw glared at her. "i came in to make sure you were okay and that piece of fox dung was in here! i had no clue!" he turned and bolted out of the den.
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Post by falcon on Feb 11, 2007 10:26:33 GMT -5
Just then, as he was getting up, Shadoweyes noticed the rogue in the warrior's den. "Get out, rogue!" And then he attacked Revenge. Revenge was scared at the sudden attack and hid behind Silhouettestar.
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Post by Streampelt on Feb 11, 2007 11:33:16 GMT -5
Nightpaw padded out of the medicine cat's den. She wondered what this was all about. "Fireclaw? What is happening?" she asked.
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Post by falcon on Feb 11, 2007 11:38:28 GMT -5
Shadoweyes said, "We have a rogue on our paws to deal with."
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Post by Streampelt on Feb 11, 2007 11:41:02 GMT -5
"Oh." Nightpaw looked around for Firepaw. Its a good thing I restocked the herbs She thought.
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Post by falcon on Feb 11, 2007 12:01:38 GMT -5
"yeah"
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