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Post by Pyro on Jul 5, 2009 13:16:10 GMT -5
Otterclaw laid his head atop Brindlepelt's as the she-cat cried. Was she happy? Was she sad? Was she angered? Or was she frustrated about the whole thing?
Her tears frustrated him. They weren't something he could fight...And he didn't know the words to make them stop...To make Brindlepelt smile again. The warrior curled his tail around the she-cat. "It'll be okay, just you wait and see. Aren't you streamclan cats supposed to go with the flow?" He said, trying to cheer her up. "The flow is taking you on a different path...Just trust it."
Well...no one said he was eloquent.
At that moment Otterclaw began to think of starclan. The starry cats that supposedly watched over the clans...So many were afraid of disappointing them...But why? If starclan really wanted happiness for the clans, they wouldn't punish those who found love. Sometimes, the warrior code wasn't the route to joy...And ordinarily, Otterclaw realized and accepted that...Aside from the all-to-common pushing of the limits. The law was the law, and while you could push it, you couldn't break it...But not this time. This time the warrior code was wrong, a nuisance, a blockade.
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Post by » s a b ø r ] on Jul 27, 2009 16:11:29 GMT -5
Finally her tears stopped. She didn't want to cry anymore. She didn't want to grieve anymore. She just wanted t be happy. And Otterclaw made her happy. She knew it was too soon to actually know what feelings she had for him. But it was also too late, they were in this together now. The both of them were against three clans now: StreamClan, FogClan, and StarClan. It wasn't that Brindlepelt had lost faith in StarClan, just that she knew they would not approve.
She was afraid of them. What is StarClan sent a horrible sickness into her clan? What if the only way to stop the sickness way to let Otterfur go? No, StarClan wouldn't punish a whole clan just because of one cat's decisions... Or would they? She just didn't know...
"It'll be okay, just you wait and see. Aren't you StreamClan cats supposed to go with the flow?" She laughed as the last of her tears fell to the floor. "The flow is taking you on a different path...Just trust it." Brindlepelt nodded then meowed to him, "And aren't FogClan cats supposed to stick to the Warrior Code no matter what?" She pawed at his shoulder playfully then stood up.
"We should get together at night. Not every night, or else our clans will notice how tired we are all of a sudden, but some nights." Brindlepelt had no clue why she had said such a thing, it had just come to her mind and she had blurted it out before she could think about it. The idea really was brilliant though...
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Post by Pyro on Jul 27, 2009 18:23:16 GMT -5
Otterclaw chuckled as Brindlepelt teased him. "Call me a little rebellious."
Otterclaw had thrown Starclan to the wind. Well...Not that the doubt wasn't already there. But if they couldn't be happy for him and Brindlepelt, then he didn't want anything to do with them. As he listened to Brindlepelt's proposal, his confidence grew. It was perfect. As long as they were careful, no one would ever find out. Save for 'starry pelted cats that lived in the sky'. The whole concept was becoming more ridiculous by the minute.
"And what about gatherings? ...Of course, it may be best to be as distant as possible if we ever get taken to one at the same time. Just so no one suspects anything."
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Post by » s a b ø r ] on Jul 27, 2009 18:32:06 GMT -5
""And what about gatherings? ...Of course, it may be best to be as distant as possible if we ever get taken to one at the same time. Just so no one suspects anything." She nodded then added, "Yes, we will act as we have before: that we don't even know each other and that we don't really want to. It's perfect, Otterclaw!" Brindlepelt was filled with such joy at that moment and nothing, not even StarClan themselves, could bring her down.
Brindlepelt smiled at Otterclaw, studying him and remembering everything about this moment. Yes, he smelt of FogClan cats... but it was different. It was alluring to her senses. She just wanted to be engulfed in everything about him: his looks, his feel, his scent, his affection... She purred so loudly she worried that her clanmates would hear her and come searching for her, but she didn't care.
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Post by Pyro on Jul 29, 2009 22:06:19 GMT -5
"Brindlepelt, if you weren't standing right here, I'd swear it's a lioness from the 'ancient clans' that's purring in happiness for what we have found together."
Brindlepelt...If he journeyed for a year and came back, he would still be able to find the beautiful she-cat in a crowd of others. She truly was the only one for him, no matter what any cat, starry or solid, might say.
His gaze flicked up to the sky. As they found the sun he inhaled sharply. How long had he been gone? How long had he been with Brindlepelt? He had been gone from camp for a very long time...And he had nothing to show for it!
Well. He did. But something told him that a lover from another clan wouldn't fall under the category of 'acceptable'. Still, he was reluctant to leave her so soon.
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Post by » s a b ø r ] on Aug 7, 2009 17:00:43 GMT -5
"Brindlepelt, if you weren't standing right here, I'd swear it's a lioness from the 'ancient clans' that's purring in happiness for what we have found together." Brindlepelt chuckled and averted her eyes to her feet. If her fur wasn't so dark you would have been able to see the pink color that had come to her face at that time.
Brindlepelt joined Otterclaw as he watched the sky. Oh! How long have we been here? Brindlepelt was reluctant to say goodbye to Otterclaw, but she had to go back to her clan. She could not live in this surreal life forever.
"Otterclaw, I fear it is time for us to part our ways for now." She said this sadly put then added on a more hopeful note, "Perhaps you can meet me here tomorrow night?" She smiled at him then stood up. She pressed her nose to his then smiled once more and headed back to her clan.
It was heartbreaking to leave him so suddenly, but she knew she would have never left if she would have spent time making her goodbye's heart-filled. She stopped for one moment and turned around to look at him, meeting his gaze. She burned this moment in her memory than smiled at him once more and dashed away toward her clanmates.
After she was out of his view she slowed her pace down to a walk. She missed him already, but was not totally filled with missing of him. She would see him tomorrow night.
Brindlepelt realized that she couldn't just walk into camp without anything to prove why she had been out. She opened her mouth to scent any nearby prey. The scent of mouse came to her. She dropped into hunter's crouch and followed it. When the mouse was not to far away she launched herself into the air and caught it cleanly.
She picked it up and set off briskly toward camp. One mouse? She sighed and entered the camp, hoping nobody would question her.
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Post by Pyro on Aug 7, 2009 22:06:38 GMT -5
Tomorrow night...yeah..." He whispered as she ran back to her clan.
Otterclaw turned around and raced back over the border. He only had a short amount of time to find something horrible to roll in and to catch some decent prey. The tom slowed down once he was well away from the border and raised his muzzle, nose twitching. There was definitely prey nearby, but they were most likely in their burrows. He sighed. He'd be returning empty pawed.
The warrior settled down into a relaxed hunting crouch. There were plenty of birds about in the trees. He'd just wait until one came down.
Ten minutes later his bones were beginning to stiffen. His whiskers twitched in anticipation and his paws burned to move once again. His patience was rewarded though when a squirrel decided to dig up the last of its nuts. Otterclaw lunged forward, pouncing on the confused creature. This time he landed perfectly, killing the squirrel with a quick bite.
One thing down one to go. He searched until he found REefoot's stream. He loathed getting wet (it led to being cold), but he couldn't go into camp smelling like Brindlepelt. So, hesitantly, he stepped into the stream and rolled around for a bit. Then he groomed himself thoroughly to wash the rest of the scent away.
He only had one piece of prey...But it would have to do. He'd make some excuse later.
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Post by » s a b ø r ] on Aug 7, 2009 22:30:06 GMT -5
-thread closed until 8/10-
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