NEW COOLIO RP {CATS THIS TIME! 8D} +&SuNNY DaYS

Spottedbelly was wandering near fourtrees; oaks casting their shadows upon her as the sun began to set to the West. The day had been warm and humid, and billowing cumulus clouds were beginning to accumulate on the northern horizon. The deputy could almost swear that she could feel the thermals and cold updrafts from where she stood. It was going to be a wet night.

-- Second Chances - October Fall
Song RP post <3


I'm sick of second chances
Cigarettes turn to ashes
I'm standing under street signs
To know the places I've been my whole life

It had been a lovely day, really. The cat had decided to take her leave of camp after performing her major duties. She sighed, her whiskers flittering gently with her exhale of breath. The tortoiseshell she-cat had recently switched positions with her former deputy to become deputy, quite the curious exchange to any onlooker. The ex-leader still wasn't sure why she had done that, but her unstable mental health at that time had just been screaming at her to step down. She was not equipped any further to have such a position. Yes, Spottedbelly was ambitious and a strong leader, but it just wasn't her frame of mind; now, aimlessly padding beside the gathering site, she had to query about why she had drifted here.

I watch the hours pass us
Another one burns to ashes
I'm waiting for your phone call
To come and save me so you can break my fall

How long had she been roaming about? What if Pouncestar needed her? ... Oh, that sounded strange. Spottedbelly would need time to get used to that matter of affairs. And of course the fireflies were beginning to come out as twilight descended on the land. She very well enjoyed the bugs' company; why, they were the only insects she could stand. But tonight was different. With the stuffy air and the foreshadowing of a storm taken in at every breath, the tortoiseshell just wasn't feeling the magic of a summer's dusk. It concerned her slightly, if not made her introspective.

I will stand outside, wait for you to come find me
I will keep on my light by my bed till you get home
And I won't sleep tonight till you get home
I won't sleep tonight till you get home

It was a lonely feeling. Darkness dimming the light, maybe? She didn't know. Sighing yet again, her tail twitched to and fro. Green eyes shot upward when a single, silver droplet plik'd on her nose. Wrinkling her nose and lashing her tail, she cursed herself for not paying attention to the high-flying winds that had quickly carried the thunderhead over her. It wouldn't be long until the downpour truly began. How misfortunate. Although, of course, she was a RiverClan cat after all. What harm could rain do to her; she swam in lakes and rivers for StarClan's sake. Still, her instincts told her to find cover. Immediately she thought to go back to camp, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. With the oak trees' branches still hanging way above her, she continued in her dreary wandering.

My bed light's burning brighter
Worn out like a boxing fighter
You've got me fighting pillows
My eyes just won't close till you're at my side

A lonely sensation began to burn in her chest as the rain steadily got harder and more sharp. She thought about her kits: Darkpaw, Lizardpaw, and Birdpaw. Not being able to help but wonder if they were in camp, safe and dry, she paused. Blinking emerald eyes to quickly chance upon the sight of lightening ripping through the sky, she shook the thought of family off. That's what made her whacky in the first place. Beads of water droplets clung to her pelt as she moved back onto the muddy plain of her territory. It wasn't safe to be near trees during a storm. She wasn't all that sure she could fight off electric shock syndrome after recovering from depression and... loopy-likeness. StarClan, if she was a human right now (or if she had access to beer), she'd be one drunk, sorrowful sight. But what being wouldn't?

The hours slip to morning
And I see the sun coming up
I'm turning off the TV.
I'm watching faster than you gave up on me

The storm made everything pitch black; clashing, banging, whipping, hissing, roaring, the works; it all resounded in her head as she sought shelter. It had gotten too dangerous, obviously. She lost track of her movements, and before she knew it, it was morning. Goodness, she must have been drunk in order for that kind of time twist to have occurred... or at least for her mind to have been warped so into not remembering the trauma which was last night. Bright streaks of light filtered into her hiding place now. All was calm. From inside... the hollowed out log, she assessed, moist air filled up her nose. How pleasant. Wake up to a morning filled with humidity that makes one feel like one is going to choke. Moments later, Spottedbelly had her first comprehensible thought: 'RiverClan is probably wondering where I am.'

I will stand outside, wait for you to come find me
I will keep on my light by my bed till you get home
And I won't sleep tonight till you get home
I won't sleep tonight till you get home

Wary to leave her log, it was a while until she managed to pull herself out of the thing and into the sunlight. The sky was partly overcast; meaning not as bright as it could have been. Everything was wet. And yes, she was a genius for noticing that. Ears swiveling cautiously to catch any noise, the cat pondered on what to do. Back to camp was the best way to go. But oh, she just didn't feel like it. It was then that Spottedbelly realized that she missed the 'freedom' that leadership was. In fact, she always had been the 'free spirit', whether or not she had high position. Even as a warrior with Purestar around she would sleep out in the wood instead of in her den at camp. It was how she was. Motherly instincts, ahoy! Spottedbelly shook her wandering mind into submission - yes, that is possible, metaphorically speaking. Her kits were probably worried about her. With that, she began her trek back to camp.

I got your letters that you sent to me
And it feels like summer but your far away from me
When I need you here

I will stand outside, wait for you to come find me
I will keep on my light by my bed till you get home
And I wont' sleep till you get home
I won't sleep tonight till you get home

Summer winds tingled against her back and legs as she paced back through the tall grass and mud. Water scents and the feeling of a new day surrounded her, cradling her heart ever so slightly. It was refreshing. Dear StarClan, it was refreshing. That was a new word in her charred dictionary. Actually, she hadn't used such peppy words in quite a long time. It was nice. Oh mouse dung, what was happening to her? Then, her mind stopped, along with her paws. Without a word, she veered around and back toward fourtrees. She had new-found health, for the Gods' sakes! Like she was going to waste it by showcasing about camp. The cats were capable, let them find her!

And yeah, she totally wasn't (being) difficult or 'not-thinking'. Not at all.

Heck, she was still young.

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(OOC: Rules for joining this role play: It must be in 'song form' like this post ^^ Meaning, lyrics must correspond with it. It doesn't have to be an entire song, like this one, it can just be a stanza or what not. Oh yeah. It can also be a poem that mingles with it. THAT IS ALL. watch no one reply.)

Wood - Second Person
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You try to multiply your speed by time to get your distance
But you don’t see the wood for the trees
An experiment with existence
Is showing up anomalies

Spottedbelly picked up her pace, her eyes a burning green. It was invigorating to be back renewed in the territory that she knew so well. While her decision to not go back to camp was brash and slightly selfish, she couldn't say she regretted it. Their was nagging at the back of her mind - a nagging that was like a kit's conscious warning the creature not to do something bad right before it did. Her dark tail curled under her slightly, but she kept on going. They couldn't really miss her so soon, right? Mud squished under her paws as she slowed to a walk. The she-cat felt her head do a slight flip as she blinked. Black dots seized her eyesight, making her squint. There was something bright on the ground; assuming it to be sunlight reflecting off of a puddle, she averted her gaze. Back in her old homeland she remembered quite well how an elder had blinded himself by staring into a light spot in the water. It wasn't safe.

You see the day dissolve into the morrow
And the slow growing of your second skin
Adrenaline begins in the marrow
And then intoxicates your oxygen

The deputy shakes her pelt and hangs her head. She was beginning to tire herself out with all the constant moving, and it was only morning! Realizing that now she was just being reckless, Spottedbelly sighed and eyed the nearing landmark made of oak trees. Supposing she'd had enough of the humid air, she turned round and began padding slowly back; veering left or right occasionally, taking her time. Her ears pricked and her eyes widened when she heard mewling. It sounded like 'mother.' Concerned, and her heart having skipped a beat, the tortoiseshell she-cat traced the voice back to its origin as best she could. Wind continued to berate her as she then stumbled upon a cat... Birdpaw!

I’m not the light outside of the window
I’m not a damsel in distress
I’m not the gold at the end of the rainbow
And I am not a lost princess

Confusion and concern swept through her eyes as she looked at her daughter, the medicine cat apprentice, apparently searching for her. The deputy couldn't help feeling bad for that, because then she knew that she had been missed. Sighing, she called, "I'm here." The she-cat wasn't all too fond of the idea of one of her kits being out in such atrocious conditions, which made her even more upset with herself. She had lost kits to weather such as this before, and she wasn't going to lose anymore. Great. That thought just frightened her. Shaking it off, she descended to Birdpaw's side and inspected her with sharp, green eyes.

Are you my love, my landlord, my lawyer
Are you the one I build my world around
Or are we wrapped in black paranoia
Ready to attack and take each other down

"Lets go back to camp," Spottedbelly meowed, no longer wishing to jeopardize herself and Birdpaw. Lovely, the she-cat's old worry and force was coming back to her now. While sunlight beamed weakly onto her back and illuminated her whiskers and eyes, she had to wonder if it would soon be covered to make way for more rain. She hoped not... As much comfort as the sound of rain could bring, it was still a bother to be out in.