I'm so bored... [open!]

[hazel]

Stormkit was bored. Nearly all of the clan had gone to the gathering, and she was left in the nursery all alone, and bored. "Daddy didn't even think to take me!" she whined, flopping onto her stomach in the bedding. "I'm so bored! Her yellow eyes narrowed as she spotted a moss ball lying at the edge of the bedding she was lying in. She slowly got to her feet, her eyes fixed on the little ball. With a loud yowl, she leapt at the moss ball and snagged it in her claws. She yowled again, throwing the ball across the nursery and darting after it, yellow eyes now wide and shining. "Watch out, here I come!" she mewed excitedly, pouncing on the ball again. She heard rustling of the bedding and her head shot up, looking to the nursery entrance.

Ooc; Sooo... here's an oppurtunity for anybody who feels like roleplaying. ^^ It's open to everybody.

[FireFlyDragon]

[Marshflight]

It was cool, and dark that night despite the bright moon that hung overhead the ShadowClan camp. Marshflight had stayed behind that gathering, wanting his paw to heal the last bit before straining it. The mottled tom let out a snort. Image, being kept in because of slipping on frost? Well it had been his fault, rushing home rather then spending the time to keep his footing. Still, you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at what had bested him. His tinted tail twitched and he released a small yawn, sending white plumbs of breath into the air as his chest emptied. The injury hardly bothered him now however, so he didn’t mind to much. The tom was just about to head into the warriors den, stopping to shake his coat one last time when he heard a sound. Turning his large head his ears swiveled, pinpointing the location to be the nursery.

Hoping nothing bad had happened he calming trotted towards the opening to the den. The sound came once more but this time Marshflight could hear that it was a kit’s yowl. The young thing, though Marshflight could not quite see it from outside, was probably playing. The tom decided to have a look anyway, just to make sure. Afterward Marshflight wondered if it had been such a good idea. The tangled mesh of roots that covered the den’s opening was thick and strong, and the small opening was made for thinner she-cats, not for an almost giant like him. But he was determined and after a bit of fussing he was able to shove his head and half of his shoulders through the opening.

It was a moment before the large tom’s eyes focused, and until they did it looked like nobody was in the nursery. His head tilted with a bit of confusion; before he looked down to see quite a playful kit scampering across the nursery floor, hard on the heels of a moss ball. The tom’s whiskers twitched with humor, kits were always racing about it seemed. At that moment the kit’s head had turned to him, alerted to his presence by the rustling of moss bedding. Quite a sharp one she is… Marshflight wondered vaguely if he would be the lucky mentor to such a bright and cheery individual one day. But the thought didn’t stay anchored long as he gently meowed to the small thing. His pale green orbs meeting her exuberant eyes like fire.

“Hello there little one.” His voice was soft and sincere, possibly a shock seeing as the size of his body often got others thinking his tone would be harsh or demanding. “Getting restless I see…?” His sentence was more of a statement but he doubted the kit would pick it up, or even if she did she moat likely wouldn’t care. Kits were like that, always so care-free and intent on play. But this was good, kits needed that time of bliss to face the hardships of their coming life. Living as a warrior wasn't always as good as it seemed.

[hazel]

Stormkit's eyes widened at the sight of the tom, the kit ducking her head to try and find his feet. "Where is the rest of your body?" she squeaked, her body beginning to shake a little. She took a few steps back, watching the male warily. Suddenly her eyes lit up and her whiskers twitched in amusement, all traces of suspicion gone. "Hehe, you can't fit!" she giggled. "You must be twice as big as dadd--uh, Blackclaw." She tilted her head to the right curiously, stepping forward again and nudging the tom's shoulder. "Who are you?" she asked.

Ooc; Blehhh, sorry for the crappiness of the post. Lack of muse at the moment. xD And Stormkit is a little bipolar.

[FireFlyDragon]

[Marshflight]

At the sight of him the kit at first seemed nervous, her sentence quavering like her small body. But before Marshflight could reassure her with words she giggled, obviously over her fit of nervousness. His ears flicked as words tumbled from her mouth, and he couldn’t help but let out a purr as well. “I suppose I can’t.” At his words the tom futility tried to include a paw or two into the dark burrow, but it was clear he was only making noise. He turned back to see the small kit at his shoulder now, small nose nudging his shoulder.

Warm yourself by the fire, son,
And the morning will come soon.
Ill tell you stories of a better time,
In a place that we once knew.

His ears flicked, hearing the young kits words of her father. Blackclaw. Marshflight’s tail flicked curiously upon the other side of their small conversation. I haven’t heard much of that name in the clan. But he pushed it away; after all he couldn’t be expected to know every cat down to the last elder. “I’ am Marshflight, a young warrior here in ShadowClan.” He replied to the she-cat’s question keeping the prideful tone from his words. He didn’t want to flaunt his position to the young one. He knew how many of the young kits wanted to be warriors, oh heck he had to when he was small – Well…Smaller.

Before we packed our bags
And left all this behind us in the dust,
We had a place that we could call home,
And a life no one could touch.

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“And who are you? Such a fine young warrior being holed up in here, I think you need some exercise.” The words left his maw in a purr, and removing all but his head from the small den opening his tail, coming around his back flicked in a manner to summon the kit after him. “Why don’t we play a bit in the clearing? There’s more room to chase moss balls there. I might even show you some moves.” The tom removed his head, and waiting upon the young she-cat his orbs danced over the camp. There’s hardly anyone here, even the queens seem to be gone. A prickle of forbidding crept up the cat’s spine, spiking the hairs along his back. He shook his head, and whipped his tail a few time, successfully removing any traces of worry. At least it would be better that he was with the single kit, rather then her playing alone in the nursery.

Dont hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I dont need your help now,
You wont let me down, down, down!

Lyrics are Prayer of The Refugee by Rise Agansit

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[W.in.DY.]

shadowrain

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Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time
What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die

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Shadowrain blinked, as she arose from the warrior den, obviously fully awake. The moonlight dripped through the trees in dapples. She stepped over the empty moss beds, opening her maw in a wide yawn. She stretched over two dapples and in turn, they carelessly dappled her pelt instead of the ground. "Hello, Stormkit, Marshflight.." She smiled, flicking her tail. Shadowrain sat down, glancing at them with her round yellow eyes, and sighed. Marshflight, she did NOT know how, reminded her of Darksoul. But there wasn't a resemblance! Oh how she missed him. It was horrible around here without Darksoul, but, she had to find someone else to love, her former mate knew she'd be happy. She'd speak to him in dreams and such.The air was cold, and silent, except for the chirping of birds. Shadowrain let out a breath that appeared infront of her face, like a whisp of smoke. The clouds lazily rolled over the moon, and began to collect, as if the earth was tired of having sunshine, and now it decided it's time to rain. But, the clouds, having covered the sky, didn't drop water. They just stood there, threatening. The black she-cat twisted her face into an expression of confusion, then chuckled.

It got colder, crouched down, savoring her body heat. "It's cold.." She spoke, the silver star on her forehead wrinkling as she furrowed her brows.

[hazel]

Stormkit's eyes lit up at Marshflight's offer, nodding her head vigorously. "Oh, yes please!" she mewed. She was about to nudge Marshflight again when he stepped out of the den, leaving Stormkit inside by herself. She bounded excitedly out into the clearing, spotting Shadowrain sitting watching the two of them. "Hi! she greeted, giving her an overexaggerated dip of her head. "Who are you?
Mousedung! she hissed in her head. I'm nearly an apprentice, and I barely know any of the cats in the Clan! No matter how much I tell Dad I'm not going to talk about my mother, he still keeps me cooped up in the nursery. As a sudden thought, the kit dipped her head also to Marshflight. "Thank you," she said sincerely. "You're the first cat to even acknowledge my existence who isn't my father." She wrinkled her nose at the thought of Blackclaw. She loved him, she really did, but he was driving her insane with all his paranoia. "So what was this I heard about moss balls?" she asked cheerfully, pushing her annoyance to the back of her mind.

Ooc; If any of that didn't make sense, just ignore the sick lady's ramblings. >.<

[W.in.DY.]

"I'm Shadowrain." She spoke. The air was cool, yet quite silent. The black she-cat flicked her tail as she continued to stay huddled close to herself. " It's cold." She murmered, her yellow eyes flitting around. She felt alone, although she was with three other cats. It wasn't fun, to be left behind by your mate, the one whom you don't know where he is, and you think he's in StarClan. That nearly brought a tear to Shadowrain's eye.

[FireFlyDragon]

[Marshflight]

Marshflight sat patiently outside of the nursery as the young kit scampered from its dark interior, bounding a little ways away until she stopped, her attention now to a dark shape across the clearing. The tom’s fur instinctively stiffened, his mind unable to discern what the dark lump was until it spoke. Another warrior, a she-cat by the sound of it too. Marshflight could feel his tail twitch with a touch of embarrassment, but he cooled himself, ordering his voice to sound steady as his maw opened. “Ah, sorry. I didn’t see you there.” His head dipped in a polite bow to this stranger warrior. He couldn’t place the feeling that hung at his heart when his gaze met hers, but he knew something must be wrong, at least emotionally.

The young kit, Stormkit now as he heard the she-cat speak her name didn’t seem to notice the minor detail as she turned to the tom and spoke in such a way that Marshflight’s whiskers twitched with barely concealed amusement. “That doesn’t sound too good.” He meowed to the young cat, crouching down so he was more at her level. “What about your mother? What about the other kits? Someone else must know your there.” His eyes glowed mischievously. “Especially if you’re always chasing moss balls around.” In a flash the big tom bounded back to the nursery, sticking his head in he snagged the already worn moss ball from Stormkit’s previous attacks and turning back he trotted to the kit with the ball held loosely in his jaws. “Now-” He paused, lowering his head to place the ball upon the ground before turning back to the excited youngster. “We can either play with this.” His tail came around to probe the plaything before continuing. “Or we can practice some hunting moves and get you ready for your apprenticeship.” Marshflight personally thought the kit would take the more carefree choice, moss balls were always fun, but he was curious to see what this kit’s reaction would be.

As he waited for the kit to make her choice his orbs wandered back to the she-cat huddled by the warrior den. Making up his mind he turned and trotted over to the black warrior, meowing over his shoulder that he would be back soon. His paw steps were quiet on the packed earth as he made his way over to her, eyes curious yet gentile as he came to stand before her. “You wouldn’t happen to want to play with us would you?” His pale orbs blinked as they focused to find the dark cat’s frame, finding her coat fluffed up against the still, yet chilly air. “It might warm you up a bit as well, you never know.” He knew he might sound immature to this older cat, after all, he being the very large warrior he was asking if someone wanted to play with him and a kit…It was slightly out of place. But Marshflight flicked this out of his mind with a twitch of his tail, his full attention to the down cat before him.

[W.in.DY.]

The she-cat nodded. Shadowrain made the best attempt she could to project her emotions as clearly and as quickly as possible to Marshflight. He made her feel comfortable somewhat. Her yellow eyes became blind fire points as a metal bird flew over. The air was still after that, even though her emotions were still projecting. Shadowrain glanced briefly at Marshflight. The black she-cat felt comfortable enough to share her feelings with him.

[FireFlyDragon]

[Marshflight]

His ears flicked, happy that the lonely looking she-cat had decided to join them. But as his orbs once again meet hers he could feel a stab of…Something go through him. Was it pain or sorrow? With it being so intense he couldn’t tell just from his instincts. His whole form had frozen to the spot, his fur looked like an electric shock had passed through it and his orbs had a distant look to them. What he knew now was that this she-cat, Shadowrain was defiantly upset.

As his eyes once more returned to see the warrior before him his body also resumed its previous stance, his coat slicked back and his head lowered so his gaze wasn’t as high from the she-cat’s own. The only thing that had changed was his playful demeanor, and as he turned back to meow another ‘back soon’ to Stormkit his tall pillars brought him to the side of Shadowrain, his coat soon making light contact with hers as he couched by her. His voice was soft as quiet words left his maw, though they were almost drowned out by the sudden whipping of the disturbed air. Marshflight paused to look up to the sky, just barely being able to distinguish one of those large, unflapping birds that seemed to terrorize the Silverpelt. It remained in his sights for only a few brief moments before it flew out behind the cover of the treetops.

Hs gaze returned to the she-cat, eyes soft once more as he repeated his previous inaudible words. “I’m here to listen, if you have anything to say.” His tail, previously stretched out behind him returned to the front of his form, the tip curling about his large paws as he waited patiently for her answer. She had, after all wanted to share what was bothering her…Right?

[W.in.DY.]

Shadowrain sighed. " Darksoul. He was my mate. He dissapeared 4, or 5 moons ago, not long after the rogue battle." The she-cat sighed again, slowly lowering her head to look at her paws. Ah, yes, the one battle that ruined her life. Strayfrost, Brokenheart... Shadowrain looked at Marshflight, biting her lip, trying not to yell out. The dark clearing had suddenly started to move, even though she was only standing still. Slowly, her eyes seemed to dim, but she wasn't dying. Blackness consumed her and she suddenly lost conciousness. Then Shadowrain screamed. Oh how it hurt, to be depressed all the time. To not be able to sleep, knowing that you can never think about your family, when you know that someone died, and you actually see it happen, right before your eyes, and that you eventually get to that, and have to get over it, without being able to tell.


That was the downside to her life, but that wasn't as bad, compared to all the bad things that happened to her, and they were all combined. She slowly regained her consiciousness, and opened her eyes, pulling her ears to her head.


ooc|| drama~

[raven]

Ravenfur

What's so fun about being grown up?

ooc:// I hope you don't mind me popping in here.

Cold wind and frost seethed Ravenfur's dark-as-night fur. Why she decided to stay and hunt in the tall pine trees rather than go to the Gathering was beyond her, yet she chose to do it. Well, I'm sure there would be nothing to do. Probably really boring. Ravenfur knew that wasn't true though; there was always something interesting to be heard at the gatherings. Oh well. I'll get a summary from some one who went, as I always do. She knew that this did annoy a few cats, how she always asked what happens at Gatherings rather than going herself. She actually didn't know, to tell you the truth. All she knew is that she didn't ever feel like going.

Picking up the two frogs she caught much earlier, Ravenfur trotted back to the camp at a steady pace, hoping that it would warm up her body. As she entered the camp, she saw Marshflight, Shadowrain, and little Stormkit in the clearing of the camp surrounding a mossball. Wonder what they're doing with it. She thought, directing the thought more towards the two warriors rather than towards Stormkit, who was obviously playing with it. Ravenfur dropped the two frogs over by the freshkill pile. After doing that the raven-black she-cat walked over to the small group. " 'Ello!" Ravenfur chirped, waving her black tail in greeting. "I thought you two went to the gathering." She mewed. Ravenfur wasn't very buddy-buddy with these cats, but that didn't mean that there couldn't be small talk.

[FireFlyDragon]

[Marshflight]

Marshflight was silent as the she-cat’s faltering words left her, the despair in her voice and her crouched appearance making her look small and defenseless. To tom wasn’t really to sure on what to do after though, as the forests grew silent and the winds momentarily fluttered up to life for only brief moments. Their twisting fingers lifting the already fallen leaves upwards, as they also tore the bound leaves down to the earth form their resting place. Slowly, and a little awkwardly the tom placed his tail tip upon one of the grieving she-cat’s paws, hoping that the touch would sooth her if anything.

A sudden eerie feeling washed over the tom as his orbs took in startling sights. The small black warrior in front of him collapsed; releasing a vivid yet haunting screech so unreal it seemed almost ghostly. With a startled flinch the large warrior seemed to take a step back, though his instincts told him to approach the fallen cat; to help her in any way that was possible.

“Shadowrain. Shadowrain!” Marshflight’s voice released itself with a sharp worried edge, one of his great paws laid delicately upon the small she-cats shoulder as he tried to softly awake her. He let out a relived sigh as she stirred, her ears being the first to move as she slowly opened her eyes. The somewhat distant look to them worried the tom, but little more was thought of this as a new scent came bounding up behind them.

Turning, the molted tom’s orbs focused to spot another black she-cat warrior who had placed herself nearly behind them, though this one was much more petit then Shadowrain herself. In a flash Marshflight remembered her name. “Ah Ravenfur, afraid not-” He held up his still healing paw for her to inspect. “Wasn’t to careful this sun-high” he finished, his eyes returning to the still dazed she-cat before him.

“Ah I’m sorry to be somewhat stark but could you play a bit with Stormkit? I promised to spend some time with her but I have to take Shadowrain to Skyfire’s den.” His long tail situated its self over the she-cats shoulders, offering guidance if the troubled cat needed it. “We won’t be long. Then we can all play together.” His throat caught up in a raspy purr he gently turned to face Shadowrain once more, he hoped his words had found enough emotion to not cause any alarm, though he himself was worried for the small, frail seeming warrior beside him.