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Post by yellowthorn on Jul 28, 2012 3:30:46 GMT -5
Sun, and way too much of it. Yellowthorn was not a fan of the season going on for so damn long. It was ridiculous. Moons had passed, and the weather stayed consistent. Sunny, hot, miserable... Never had Yellowthorn been so frustrated with the changes in the seasons before. She hated green-leaf, and of course, she hated everything else too. It was in Yellowthorn's nature after all. The overwhelming feeling that she did not belong here was stronger then usual today.
And that was only making her mood just more foul.
Unfortunately, Yellowthorn dared not leave ShadowClan for good. As much as she hated to admit it, she did care deeply for the well being of the Clan in a way they would never come to understand. No, she would not leave, not until she was sure everything was safe.
A sigh escaped Yellowthorn's maw as she made her way through her territory, not really focusing on where she was going. Most of the time, Yellowthorn was way too headstrong to be hanging her head, but no one else was here right now, so she allowed herself to think and feel freely... that is until she walked right in front of the conveniently placed Clanmate. With a startled hiss, Yellowthorn bumped into the cat, tripping rather ungracefully over them and falling on her face. She immediately got back up, her pelt burning with embarrassment before yowling, "Watch where you're going!"
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Post by lionstar on Jul 30, 2012 8:51:26 GMT -5
LIONSTARfear comes to comsume
when you don't see the hope.
hope is a wasteful thing
for what is it, really?each season had a certain feel to it that was different than the others. each one had an aura that made you stop in your tracks and look around, convinced that there was more going on in the world than what your eyes were able, or willing, to see. with green-leaf, there was this sense of growth after renewal. there were so many things in the forest, even as something as dead and lifeless as the forest that his clan occupied, that had died or gone dormant in leaf-bare that the world needed to be regrown. to him, it was a funny thing. to destroy is to allow something new, better to take it's place. something stronger.
he knew that in a way, that's what that new group of loners wished to do, destroy the clans and get something they felt better in its place. but he hated the concept. there was nothing wrong wit the way the clans operated. they had done things this way for...who knows how long and everything was fine! there was only one thing that the large ginger tabby tom would change and that was one thing that he was working on: changing the standing of shadowclan with the other clans. he found it unfair that shadowclan was always the butt of the joke, the ones that cause the destruction and terror through the clans. the ones with hearts to dark that no life could escape.
he stopped walking and thought, we should be like all the others. able to make mistakes without forcing on the stereotypes. anyone ever think that the stereotypes is what creates us? lionstar believed that his clan was the strongest because they suffered in the worst territory and through opinions of the other clans. he didn't want to take the forest over as some might, but he wanted to prove the power of his clan someday.
he wanted his clan to be worth something as it deserved to be.
suddenly something - or rather, someone - ran into him. "Watch where you're going!" he looked down at the she-cat who had spoken and flicked his tail. "pardon me, i didn't think that being a solitary object i could make anyone run into me." |
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Post by yellowthorn on Aug 21, 2012 13:57:23 GMT -5
As soon as Yellowthorn got to her feet and realized just who she'd bumped into, her pelt fluffed out in embarrassment, making her appear almost twice her size. Fox-dung! she thought. This was her Leader she was being rude to. If she ever wanted a shot at becoming the Deputy, she had to somehow make this right.
Then again, Lionstar was someone she'd known since long before he'd become the Leader. Even before he became the Deputy. One might even say they were... friends. Well. If Yellowthorn would ever admit to having a friend in this world, Lionstar would probably be the first cat on the list, closely followed by her sister, Nightwing.
Or perhaps not her sister, considering the bitter feelings she had grown over time for her family. Deep down, Yellowthorn knew it wasn't her sister's fault for looking so much like her deceased twin brother... but she couldn't help but hate her parents for giving her such undivided attention. Yellowthorn was left to grow up alone because of the way StarClan had twisted her fate.
She hated looking up on clear nights because of that. Yellowthorn sometimes wished she could wage a war on the ancient cats for what they'd done to her, but she'd never do something as foul as say, Tigerstar, who had tainted the ShadowClan name for an eternity.
"Excuse me," she managed to spit out, her fur finally lying flat. "I didn't realize it was you, Lionstar. I thought it may have been a lazy young Warrior slacking on the job." She let out a little purr of amusement at that. "They may think they're all that cuz they're finally Warriors, but to me they'll always be Apprentices."
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