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A tortoiseshell tom sat neatly with his tail over his paws beside a cobblestone wall. His brown and black fur brushed the ivy covered wall gently when his muscles moved. His white tail twitched slightly as he stared foreward. He lifted his paw slightly, but it only scraped the bracken and ferns that covered the ground. His amber eyes were expressionless as he hunched down. His leathe shape and stature did not deminish as he licked his leg. His fur bristled slightly. He raised his head once more and lashed his tail. Yellow eyes flashed and ivy vines snapped as he got up and looked away.
Spottedbelly shivered in her sleep and curled into a tight ball. She tried to hide her head in her paws. With deep breaths and violent shivers, Spottedbelly lashed her tail, just like the tom had. She upturned her head to the sky and shut her eyes tighter. With another shiver she put a paw over her face as she rolled over. Grass and clover tickled her legs as she stretched. The little pricks and scratches made her open her eyes. Spottedbelly raised her head slowly and displayed a melencholy expression. Morose and sullen, she looked around her. The forest was grey and dull, with only little patches of soft green clover and dark purple violets. Ivy covered the rough grey and brown bark of trees, seeping the life out of the giants. The sky above was grey and solemn in its billows of puffy clouds.
Everything seemed to be quiet and still, as if curious and in awe by the she-cat's presence and airs of solitude. Spottedbelly's powder blue eyes clouded fitfully
as she rolled to her stomach. Black blurrs above her jostled in the sudden slight breeze high above in the branches. As she looked, they all unfurled their black wings and took off, all except for one. It cawwed mournfully when its companions had gone. Spottedbelly couldn't understand why the bird wouldn't just follow them. She studied the bird until finally it did take off. Gracefully the blackbird soared over and away above the trees.
With a logical and sad tone to her thoughts, Spottedbelly rose to her paws. Her legs trembled from the sudden weight thrown upon them. She almost collasped
as she just stood there with her eyes to the clover studded clearings. She took a few pawsteps foreward in wonderment. The ominous and unforgiving demeanor of the morning forest set for her to think as this as the forsaken time. To her nothing good could come of such an eerie awakening of the day. Her disturbing dream of a long-lost friend emptied her will to make anything of herself in the world. She saw herself as a worthless creature caught in the spews and bowels of
life and its untameable nature. She saw herself as some soulless creature with no true purpose but just to give others the taste of life, of which was her drive to continue no matter how much it hurt. Whether there was just the ether or the stars up above she did not know, and to her she was only just caught in the pits of her depression that tamed her so often.
Angst and sorrow stabbed her mind mercilessly. Spottedbelly sought out refuge now from her own inescable emotions by roaming into the forest's murky being.
The random cries of ravens and crows settled Spottedbelly's nerves quite nicely. Delicately the things that most consider dark and misleading healed her scars of worry. They covered her senses in a veil of mist and mended her heart tenderly so. Although, as anyone knows who has ever read a good fairy tale, her heart was mended in crooked ways. A heart can never be healed and brought back to the way it was. With memory and taking that one last look back comes hate and misundestanding. To have to have a heart healed means to have left cracks and experience in the departure. With a classical fairy tale, Happily Ever After is in the eyes of the beholder.
Spottedbelly walked like a spirit through the territory of her home, unaware of the gentle and kind things around her and only paying mind to the taking and greedy. Horrid as she was, the playfulness of youth and the erdge of live and let live overcame her. Her eyes began to open to the lively forest around her. Spottedbelly found the morning still young as she took a turn back to camp. A morbid sense stuck to her like a drape as she went, but she concealed it as best as she could. But we all know how bad that is for the soul. As a creature of flesh and blood, Spottedbelly felt and heard everything, but naturally she let her sixth sense reach out. With her mind and aura of being she reached out to all things and left her undeniable mark. The she-cat reached her home quickly and welcomed the scent of her Clan. She let the ferns and ivy gingerly drape over her and tap her shoulders as she entered camp. She thought of the watercolor feathers and smudged up tassles of eagle wings when she felt the openess and dreariness of the main hollow. The essence of sleeping bodies all over soothed
her nerves. The light vibrations of cats stirring in their sleep played like charms and became harmonic when finches above sang their melodies.
The blurry grass touched Spottedbelly's paws and filled her with the sensation of movement and curiousity in everything. The smooth flow of things around her
went on as she sat by the bigstone. The soft breathing of her leader soaked the walls and drizzled out of the cave entrance. The lichen on the outside trembled from Spottedbelly's breath and gasped at the delicate pressure. Closing her eyes, her other five senses became more acute. Her mind reached out unknowingly and breached multiple things, like the sound of birds flying above, and the smell of the moisture from dried up dew. Soft cries came from the warriors den as bodies came to full awareness and stood with their physical forms. Their muscular forms trailed behind their weightless spirits. Spottedbelly's senses greeted the warriors' auras with gentle licks and taps.
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Swiftstone, a long-haired black and white tom padded up to his deputy. He was trailed by Breezepaw and Hollowmist, a she-cat with a dusky black form. Breezepaw twitched his thin black tail in anticipation for another Dawn patrol to be in. Breezepaw looked Spottedbelly over and meowed spitefully, "you never
sleep in the warrior's den," the apprentice glanced at the shriveled up leaves in her pelt, "Do you sleep outside camp?" Spottedbelly did sleep outside camp. She never slept in the warrior's den overnight, and she didn't know why. Her not replying sent disdain through his appearence, as if saying, 'why would you want to do that?' Spottedbelly ignored the young tom as best she could as she adressed the two warriors. Hollowmist seemed timid before her, but Swiftstone seemed at ease. "Wait here," Spottedbelly growled quietly as she took a path to the warrior's den.
Chills went down her spine as she entered the warm dankness of the den. Comfortable bodies lined the litter-filled ground. Spottedbelly looked about them. A yellow glint caught her eye as she looked over them. She paused in her searching gaze and stared at the eye that had showed life. The warrior seemed to of smiled cruelly before it raised it's black head. Whether it was Spottedbelly's imagination, or it trully was, she would never know. Those same yellow eyes that were brimmed with life glowed as the cat rose its paws. The shadowy form followed her as she automatically turned and exited. She looked back to see it as
Ambereyes, a she-cat with powerful yellow eyes and a dark grey coat. Ambereyes pulled ahead of her deputy and stalked toward the assembling patrol. Another cat had joined the group when she had left.
"Greetings, Bagefur," Spottedbelly called civily. The soft white tom glanced over to her and held his gaze as she approached. With a curt nod Spottedbelly looked over the patrol. Swiftstone, Hollowmist, Ambereyes, Bagefur, and Breezepaw watched their deputy as she turned to lead them out of camp. Before she
went out of the entrance first, she looked back. She keenly saw Ambereyes whispering to Breezepaw; his eyes wide open in an angry, shocked, and curious way. Spottedbelly regreted looking.
Spottedbelly shivered in her sleep and curled into a tight ball. She tried to hide her head in her paws. With deep breaths and violent shivers, Spottedbelly lashed her tail, just like the tom had. She upturned her head to the sky and shut her eyes tighter. With another shiver she put a paw over her face as she rolled over. Grass and clover tickled her legs as she stretched. The little pricks and scratches made her open her eyes. Spottedbelly raised her head slowly and displayed a melencholy expression. Morose and sullen, she looked around her. The forest was grey and dull, with only little patches of soft green clover and dark purple violets. Ivy covered the rough grey and brown bark of trees, seeping the life out of the giants. The sky above was grey and solemn in its billows of puffy clouds.
Everything seemed to be quiet and still, as if curious and in awe by the she-cat's presence and airs of solitude. Spottedbelly's powder blue eyes clouded fitfully
as she rolled to her stomach. Black blurrs above her jostled in the sudden slight breeze high above in the branches. As she looked, they all unfurled their black wings and took off, all except for one. It cawwed mournfully when its companions had gone. Spottedbelly couldn't understand why the bird wouldn't just follow them. She studied the bird until finally it did take off. Gracefully the blackbird soared over and away above the trees.
With a logical and sad tone to her thoughts, Spottedbelly rose to her paws. Her legs trembled from the sudden weight thrown upon them. She almost collasped
as she just stood there with her eyes to the clover studded clearings. She took a few pawsteps foreward in wonderment. The ominous and unforgiving demeanor of the morning forest set for her to think as this as the forsaken time. To her nothing good could come of such an eerie awakening of the day. Her disturbing dream of a long-lost friend emptied her will to make anything of herself in the world. She saw herself as a worthless creature caught in the spews and bowels of
life and its untameable nature. She saw herself as some soulless creature with no true purpose but just to give others the taste of life, of which was her drive to continue no matter how much it hurt. Whether there was just the ether or the stars up above she did not know, and to her she was only just caught in the pits of her depression that tamed her so often.
Angst and sorrow stabbed her mind mercilessly. Spottedbelly sought out refuge now from her own inescable emotions by roaming into the forest's murky being.
The random cries of ravens and crows settled Spottedbelly's nerves quite nicely. Delicately the things that most consider dark and misleading healed her scars of worry. They covered her senses in a veil of mist and mended her heart tenderly so. Although, as anyone knows who has ever read a good fairy tale, her heart was mended in crooked ways. A heart can never be healed and brought back to the way it was. With memory and taking that one last look back comes hate and misundestanding. To have to have a heart healed means to have left cracks and experience in the departure. With a classical fairy tale, Happily Ever After is in the eyes of the beholder.
Spottedbelly walked like a spirit through the territory of her home, unaware of the gentle and kind things around her and only paying mind to the taking and greedy. Horrid as she was, the playfulness of youth and the erdge of live and let live overcame her. Her eyes began to open to the lively forest around her. Spottedbelly found the morning still young as she took a turn back to camp. A morbid sense stuck to her like a drape as she went, but she concealed it as best as she could. But we all know how bad that is for the soul. As a creature of flesh and blood, Spottedbelly felt and heard everything, but naturally she let her sixth sense reach out. With her mind and aura of being she reached out to all things and left her undeniable mark. The she-cat reached her home quickly and welcomed the scent of her Clan. She let the ferns and ivy gingerly drape over her and tap her shoulders as she entered camp. She thought of the watercolor feathers and smudged up tassles of eagle wings when she felt the openess and dreariness of the main hollow. The essence of sleeping bodies all over soothed
her nerves. The light vibrations of cats stirring in their sleep played like charms and became harmonic when finches above sang their melodies.
The blurry grass touched Spottedbelly's paws and filled her with the sensation of movement and curiousity in everything. The smooth flow of things around her
went on as she sat by the bigstone. The soft breathing of her leader soaked the walls and drizzled out of the cave entrance. The lichen on the outside trembled from Spottedbelly's breath and gasped at the delicate pressure. Closing her eyes, her other five senses became more acute. Her mind reached out unknowingly and breached multiple things, like the sound of birds flying above, and the smell of the moisture from dried up dew. Soft cries came from the warriors den as bodies came to full awareness and stood with their physical forms. Their muscular forms trailed behind their weightless spirits. Spottedbelly's senses greeted the warriors' auras with gentle licks and taps.
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Swiftstone, a long-haired black and white tom padded up to his deputy. He was trailed by Breezepaw and Hollowmist, a she-cat with a dusky black form. Breezepaw twitched his thin black tail in anticipation for another Dawn patrol to be in. Breezepaw looked Spottedbelly over and meowed spitefully, "you never
sleep in the warrior's den," the apprentice glanced at the shriveled up leaves in her pelt, "Do you sleep outside camp?" Spottedbelly did sleep outside camp. She never slept in the warrior's den overnight, and she didn't know why. Her not replying sent disdain through his appearence, as if saying, 'why would you want to do that?' Spottedbelly ignored the young tom as best she could as she adressed the two warriors. Hollowmist seemed timid before her, but Swiftstone seemed at ease. "Wait here," Spottedbelly growled quietly as she took a path to the warrior's den.
Chills went down her spine as she entered the warm dankness of the den. Comfortable bodies lined the litter-filled ground. Spottedbelly looked about them. A yellow glint caught her eye as she looked over them. She paused in her searching gaze and stared at the eye that had showed life. The warrior seemed to of smiled cruelly before it raised it's black head. Whether it was Spottedbelly's imagination, or it trully was, she would never know. Those same yellow eyes that were brimmed with life glowed as the cat rose its paws. The shadowy form followed her as she automatically turned and exited. She looked back to see it as
Ambereyes, a she-cat with powerful yellow eyes and a dark grey coat. Ambereyes pulled ahead of her deputy and stalked toward the assembling patrol. Another cat had joined the group when she had left.
"Greetings, Bagefur," Spottedbelly called civily. The soft white tom glanced over to her and held his gaze as she approached. With a curt nod Spottedbelly looked over the patrol. Swiftstone, Hollowmist, Ambereyes, Bagefur, and Breezepaw watched their deputy as she turned to lead them out of camp. Before she
went out of the entrance first, she looked back. She keenly saw Ambereyes whispering to Breezepaw; his eyes wide open in an angry, shocked, and curious way. Spottedbelly regreted looking.
