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Post by Bliss'star on Jun 13, 2012 18:17:31 GMT -5
Keep her glass full of cheap champagne
She will tell of a man with no name
Smoke and mirrors have done her in
She's in love and she won't be again
Did she let him go
or did the four winds blow him away
Oooh, does she even know
She's the girl with the red balloon
So lovely
So lonely
Floating away
©The Civil Wars - Girl With the Red Balloon
Today wasn't such a nice day after all. Clouds covered the sky, threatening to drop their rain with their electric beams and thunderous roars echoing in the distance. Animals hid in their dens, and fish took shelter in crevices that were hard to reach. The gloomy weather was getting to the RiverClan leader.
"This doesn't make sense," she murmurs, walking alone in the empty plains. The she-cat had been getting fearsome dreams of darkness, growling, fire, blood, and lots of it, just repeating itself until she would wake up with her fur standing on edge. Maybe she was starting to reach the age where she would start going crazy? Every leader eventually turned mad, at least, from her perspective.
In the distance, using her dazzling violet eyes, she could spot two-legs herding their grazing horses back to their big red nest. Thank StarClan they don't have that many horses...a dog herder would be dreadful, she thought, trying to brighten her mood with thankfulness.
She took a seat under a small, lone tree by the river's edge. Just down the bank was the two-leg bridge. She was near the border of ThunderClan, where she could spot the bloody war ground of the not so innocent sunning rocks. No cat seemed to be basking on the smooth stones today. Not that she would want to anyway--her fur was to thick for sunning. She'd burn to a crisp in her own fur!
Silently giggling at the thought, a clash of thunder brought her back to reality. Bliss'star points her muzzle at the sky, staring at the clouds. Could StarClan still hear her through those gas beasts? Maybe. Another clash, this time she could see the lightning strike down on the rolling hills of the back of WindClan's territory. The storm would soon pass over each Clan on this confusing day.
"StarClan," she whispered, tilting her head back upward, "whatever you're sending to us in the future, I beg of you, have mercy on RiverClan." She knew her clan was a little shaky. They were in need of apprentices, but even though she was leader, she couldn't force kits from any she-cat. Her eyes fluttered open, getting yet another silent answer. It was really lonesome out here.
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Post by Flintfang on Jun 13, 2012 20:05:35 GMT -5
Flintfang poked his head out of a hollow in a nearby tree, a fat red squirrel hanging limp in his jaws. A bolt of lightning sliced the sky overhead in inequal half pieces, the crackle of thunder booming immediately afterwards.
And then... A drop of rain splashed on Flintfang's nose.
He blinked. Twice. And in an instant, the heavens opened, rain gushing out in sheets.
Despite being uncomfortable in water, rain meant that Flintfang had to do something--something important! His mother used to do it, and her parents before her--or so she told him before she died.
He placed the squirrel within the safe confines of the hollow, warm and snug, the lucky thing. Or... not so lucky. It was dead, after all.
He leapt out of the tree, hanging in the air for a heartbeat, rain pounding on his fur. He landed with an ungraceful thud against the damp soil. Inhaling deeply, he pranced around, singing, "If all the raindrops were squirrel tails or frog butts, oh what a rain that would be~"
Yes. He was completely unaware of the presence of his clan leader nearby.
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Post by Bliss'star on Jun 13, 2012 20:52:37 GMT -5
Suddenly, it seamed the rumbling cloud could not hold back it's anger any longer. Warm drops of rain thundered down, seeming to soak everything below it instantly. The river began to feel a little frustrated, so it kicked up some waves as well. The RiverClan leader didn't mind to much--she loved summer rain.
What was that? she blinked, instantly turning her head toward a noise just south of her, near the other lone trees just a bit back. She could hear a tune just barely, but the words seemed to slur together with all the commotion. Her pelt was almost soaked by now, but if there was a stray animal that didn't belong, she'd get rid of it.
"Who's there?" she called, rising to her paws in a defensive state. Her tail flicked off a few drops, her fur seeming to cling smoothly to her frame. Her ears tilted back a bit. If it wasn't raining, she could easily identify this strange creature. Soon, she could make out a silhouette. But she then realized something--it was coming toward her. Bliss'star's claws grasped at the slick grass, tearing it up slowly. |
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Post by Flintfang on Jun 13, 2012 23:55:56 GMT -5
"Standing outside with my maw opened wide--ah ah ah ah ah ah--uh?" Flintfang trailed off, hearing the vague, yet strangely familiar, defensive mewl of... Someone or something.
If Flintfang's fur wasn't so wet from prancing like a ninny in the rain, it probably would be standing on end. His mother had told him a tale once when he was a kit--deep in Riverclan territory, the spirit of a murdered cat laid restless, preying on lone cats who dare disturb its slumber.
Flintfang was shaking in his pelt now. He didn't want to die so fast! But he couldn't possibly fight away a ghost!
He sprang, aiming to pounce or pin the ghost down, eyes clenched shut. "I DON'T WANNA DIE BY YOUR PAWWWS!"
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Post by Bliss'star on Jun 14, 2012 20:12:03 GMT -5
Almost a split moment later, she had a reply. This time it was a bit louder, and strangely getting closer. Come out! she thought, her eyes locked on the strange cat in the rain. "...don't..die..pawssss!" was the only thing she could make out.
Crash! She was suddenly hit into the ground. Not only was she now soaked to the bone, but covered in leaves, grass, and mud. She rolled down a bit, getting close to the bank. Her eyes were tightly shut, trying to keep dirt and small pebbles from flying into them.
"Flintfang?" she blinked in confusion, finally opening her eyes to view her attacker. "G-get off of me!" she struggled, not wanting to hurt one of her warriors. Another lightning strike was just a bit closer in their territory as the storm passed through RiverClan, followed by a painful roar of thunder. |
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Post by Flintfang on Jun 14, 2012 20:33:01 GMT -5
"It KNOWS MY NAME." Flintfang gasped, releasing his grasp and backing up a few pawsteps. He took in the sight of the muddied cat-like figure, with extra limbs (twigs), ears (leaves) and eyes (pebbles) attached! What an abomination!
"It's HIDEOUS. I should'a listened to you, ma! This thing is clearly up to no good!" Flintfang mewed, circling the ghost. He hardly noticed the familiarity of the voice. Narrowing his green eyes, he asked, "So. What are you here for, vile dark forest spawn? To suck out souls of kits? Scare away our prey? Or worse--TAKE AWAY ALL OUR MOSS BEDS?!"
Oh Flintfang, you stupid creature you.
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Post by Bliss'star on Jun 14, 2012 20:42:14 GMT -5
Bliss'star grunted in annoyance. She couldn't have looked like a monster with a little mud. She took a look down at herself. She was covered in pebbles with a few twigs, that's all. It was his fault she rolled down the small slope in the first place, and her long fluffy fur was like a magnet to everything in her path.
"Flintfang, it's me, Bliss'star?" she blinked her violet eyes, her tail lashing just above the ground, flicking just a bit of mud back to where it belonged--on the ground. She shook her fur a bit, letting the twigs and pebbles fall to the ground. The rain took care of the mud, but her fur was dripping with watery mud. |
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Post by Flintfang on Jun 14, 2012 20:50:36 GMT -5
"Lying in my presence is futile, fien--wait what?" Flintfang blinked, recognising her blue eyes. "Ooh. Bliss'star... Hi I didn't... MEEP."
Flintfang took off running and stuck his head in a muddied hole in the ground a few tail-lengths away. Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid
He could just imagine his mother chortling away in Starclan.
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Post by Bliss'star on Jun 14, 2012 22:14:20 GMT -5
The leader quickly dipped into the water, shaking off the extra mud before walking back to Flintfang. She purred with amusement, stroking her tail over his back. "You should know your clan leader when you see her," she chuckled. "Don't worry, it was all a misunderstanding. C'mon out," she blinked. |
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Post by Flintfang on Jun 15, 2012 8:31:38 GMT -5
Flintfang tugged his head out of the hole with a pop--throwing a grateful grin towards his leader. "Yeah, I was silly; A ghost! Seriousl--whoa, my head's itchy."
Flintfang felt a tingle crawl on his head, making it's way slowly down his forehead, down between his eyes and on his nose. Bright red eyes glared at him, claw-length fangs snapping open and shut. A low hissing sound sent Flintfang's tail immediately poof up, despite it being soaking wet.
"S-S-SPIDER!" He yowled. Shaking his head vigorously and leaping and bucking like a rodeo horse, the arachnid clinging on like honey to fur. "Getitoffgetitoffgetitoff!"
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Post by Bliss'star on Jun 16, 2012 11:48:43 GMT -5
Bliss'star couldn't help but laugh at the silly warrior. "Oh, come on, Flintfang! It's just a little guy," she murmured, putting her tail on his back to try and calm him down. "Quit shaking," she blinked, raising a paw before slicing the small spider off his muzzle and onto the ground. "Better?" she purred with amusement. |
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Post by Flintfang on Jun 16, 2012 11:59:36 GMT -5
Flintfang stared at the dead bug. He chuckled nervously. "Y-yeah. Much better."
Flintfang shook out his wet fur, in vain, really, since the rain was still gushing down. His fur clung pitifully onto his lithe form--way too thin and slender for a male cat. Usually, his plush fur would hide his noodly physique. Flintfang sneezed. Oh Starclan... He wasn't used to so much sudden water. He was definitely gonna catch a cold.
"What were ya doin' out here anyways, Miss Leader?"
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Post by Bliss'star on Jun 16, 2012 19:05:57 GMT -5
Bliss'star couldn't help but purr at the innocent tom. She took a seat under the tree, which blocked out most of the rain. Only a few drops filtered through, but it was better than standing in the open. The storm would pass through, and if either of the cats felt sick, she'd go to Specklewing.
"What were ya doin' out here anyways, Miss Leader?"
Bliss'star had to think over the question a bit. He wouldn't really understand all this mumbo jumbo anyway. The dreams still didn't make sense to her either. "Just...thinking, really. Running a clan can be quite stressful sometimes," she finally replied, her gaze shifting to her small white paws. |
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Post by Flintfang on Jun 16, 2012 21:46:19 GMT -5
Flintfang skipped over to the tree as well, but instead of sitting under it, he effortlessly slithered up to a low branch near Bliss'star. Tree-climbing--Flintfang's talent, you could say. Not many Riverclanners could climb as easily as he did. It compensated the fact that he couldn't swim.
"Ooh. Stress. That explains a lot." Flintfang mewed. "Y'know, whenever I'm stressed out, I go for some primal scream therapy! Just scream out, and it'll make ya feel much better!"
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