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Post by majesticwolfs on Jan 5, 2010 16:10:57 GMT -5
Tonight was a fine night- very nice. The clear indigo sky sparkled with majestic twinkling stars. Bell looked up from were she sat in the semi- tall meadow grass. Well bloomed flowers were all around her as she caressed them with her face. Purring gently to herself. There was so many shadows around her as she stayed there alone in seclusion. It seemed that she was going to be carried away by a moonlight shadow.
"So peaceful." Smiled the she-cat to herself. Gently resting her eyes on the stars. Are you out there ma? One caught her eye, the largest and brightest one. It was the northern star the one that she dubbed as her mother's star. I wish you were still alive. Bell tossed in turned in the grass. A depressive, sad look growing upon her snowy face. Why was she always so miserable? Was it the fact that she just felt so alone, and had no one in the world to trust? Or some other unknown reason?
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Post by Crowzerplorodon on Jan 5, 2010 18:09:59 GMT -5
Tonight was not the first time Red had found himself studying the border between the ranch lands and MeadowClan. It was such a weak presence - in fact it wasn't even visible to the eye. One could smell it, yes. And if one listened, they could ear the sounds of clan cats mulling around on the other side. But other than the faint signs like that, the border on this strip of land was non-existent, just some claim by cats who had led their need for territory go too far. Really, taking land from the cats who had been here previously? Madness.
However, it not being the first night Red had traveled here, the tom cat was mildly surprised when he saw another cat along the border, or at least near it. The cat's white fur stood out pretty well in the night, thought the rogue was sure that if it had snowed (dim prospects), he would have strolled right by her. But alas, it had not snowed, and Red could see the she-cat clearly, as well as the drawn look that crossed her face. Curious, he approached.
"Why so sad, maiden? One cannot possibly find sorrow in the stars."
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Post by majesticwolfs on Jan 6, 2010 16:34:52 GMT -5
"Why so sad, maiden? One cannot possibly find sorrow in the stars."
A strange voice came ringing into her ears. It sounded like a tom, but it didn't sound like he would do any harm. He sounded somewhat curious but she didn't spare him any time to get ready for what she was about todo. Bell jumped up from were she lay, fur fluffed and bristling. Her tail was standing and hairs were on ends. Letting out wails and hisses, she went to strike him but something stopped her. You can't keep going and acting delusional when a tom comes along! There not all the same! She stopped and looked down at her paws and shuffled them trying to look innocent and not like some crazy loon. "Sorry about that. I thought you were something elsa. Something dangerous." Bell chuckled, looking this cat up and down. "I was just remembering my ma'. That's all. Nothing to worry about." But yet it was something to worry about. When thought of her mother would come to mind, thoughts of suicide popped up to. And those thoughts wouldn't go away for a long time.
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Post by Crowzerplorodon on Jan 8, 2010 14:58:42 GMT -5
The tom raised an eyebrow at the strange she-cat's out burst, but didn't react himself, knowing full well that if she really did attack, he could fend her off. But that wouldn't be necessary, as the white loner backed down quickly, lying her fur flat and apologizing. Wow, she's must have been really paranoid to think that little him was something threatening. Going by appearance, Red wasn't threatening at all. Then again, you weren't supposed to judge a cat by his fur. "It's not a problem. I should have known better than to approach you at this... dark hour."
Well, maybe it was a little bit of his fault. Regardless, the she-cat had made him curious. The way she spoke of her mom - wistful, sad, and many other things - was not how Red would speak of his dame. And her ambiguous words didn't help either. One might think this she-cat's mother was dead, the way she spoke of her. But Red had longed learned not to assume. "The night sky does provide good cover for dreaming of family members, I would say."
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