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Yeah.
We need something to happen on SB.
Yeah.
We need something to happen on SB.
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BYC and i just got some info that, that other account is cooped up too
Aw . . . I feel sorry for her.
erm, you wont if you got into fights with her..............
BYC and i just got some info that, that other account is cooped up too
Aw . . . I feel sorry for her.
erm, you wont if you got into fights with her..............
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Yeah.
We need something to happen on SB.
foal kidnapping?
Yeah.
We need something to happen on SB.
foal kidnapping?
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Aw . . . I feel sorry for her.
erm, you wont if you got into fights with her..............
Oh well, she'll probabaly make a new account anyways so . . . . . .
Aw . . . I feel sorry for her.
erm, you wont if you got into fights with her..............
Oh well, she'll probabaly make a new account anyways so . . . . . .
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Yeah.
We need something to happen on SB.
foal kidnapping?
Na, we don't have enough foals. Hmmmmm
Yeah.
We need something to happen on SB.
foal kidnapping?
Na, we don't have enough foals. Hmmmmm
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WARNING: If you think you have seen a big post before and were afraid then, RUN.
Two separate stories about two completely unrelated characters. Now if they were related, their parents would have an awful lot of explaining to do. O_O
Set stood, stone still, and let the warm breeze dance with her crimson feathers.
It was well into the evening hours now, the sun just an orange slit on the horizon. She had always loved to watch the sunset melt into the trees and fade into darkness, but tonight she felt nothing.
There was just an empty void where once had been a heart, and it felt as though there were icy fingers wrapping around her throat, threatening to break it.
She would have cried just for the sake of it, just because, but she felt no tears well up in her eyes nor a shiver in her wings.
A week prior there had been a skirmish with another clan. She had gone, it was to be a scouting as she was but newly a warrior.
It had been a disaster. She had gone under the impression that she was only to watch, that there would be no real fighting. She had been wrong.
Roanwing went down, crashing into the brush beside her before she knew what had happened.
A volley of darts came flying out of the tree branches above and peppered the first flank like angry bees, one managed to stray from the main body nick her leg.
"GET DOWN!! TO THE TREES!" some unrecognizable voice snapped, but Setcrimson didn't flinch. She was in complete shock, it took the brunt of Creepervine's shoulder to send her wheeling back into the safety of the forest.
"Set! You've got to get a hold of yourself, no time for this! It was an ambush, they have our route cut off. We need everyone to be thinking clearly, get your head back on the game!" Creeper whispered harshly, pressed close against her as the two hid in the protection of a large rotten log.
Set remembered nodding dumbly in bewildered acknowledgement of his words, hearing them but not really listening.
"Good, good. Now, on the count of three we run for Bridgerunner, okay?"
They had run, and almost made it too.
There was a heavy thud as Creeper collapsed behind her, a feathery mass on top of him. Turning around to help, she saw his eyes widen briefly and another was on her.
She twisted as the force of the other pushed her down, a cold pain ripped down her side and she suddenly felt warm blood on her wing. Without thought she reacted as taught: thrusting her metal-tipped claws just under the ribcage of her assailant and goring her beak into his face. Blood was everywhere and they tumbled, within seconds he fell motionless to the side and she leaped easily back to her unsteady feet.
She vaguely was aware of the aching of her wounds but the adrenaline in her veins kept her from faltering. Claws, beaks, wings flapping, all faded to red. She sustained several more minor injuries and two more opponents were cut down before her.
The rest after that was a blur of stinging tears, Creeper's lifeless eyes, the pain in her side.
She remembered the doubled picture of Roanwing, his right wing drooping and white feathers stained red. He had yelled something and she had just stared at him as he pointed and yelled once more. It clicked in her mind seconds after and she joined him and both made a run back for the group.
Back at camp they recounted and bandaged the wounded, fourteen missing or dead and over two dozen injured.
Set looked around frantically for the familiar faces of those from her party, Roanwing was there, she saw Riverpelt. Hers had been second in and by the looks of it, most of them would be last out. But as she said those words in her mind she remembered Creeper's eyes, her half brother gone. It had been one lucky shot and had he not been trying to protect her....
Now she stood alone, high in the top of a young maple, pressed against it's smooth bark.
She had never wanted to be a warrior, never wanted to take a life for any reason.
As chicks they had been dropped off in Littlemoorclan, and as paws mentored under Glowdark; a veteran warrior. He was a tough teacher, mean-spirited at best.
She had to thank him though, even if she did so under hate, he had saved her. All the lessons he had burned into her mind.
"I should leave" she whispered, her soft voice strained and weak, violet-blue eyes downcast and her long hackle feathers twirling around her head and neck like an elegant wreath of bloody crimson.
Gingertail laughed solemnly to himself, his clear, auburn eyes fixed on some imaginary object in the distance.
The cluttered alleyway in which he stood smelled of soggy newspaper and rotten vegetables, it seemed to him just about every alley he had ever been through did.
Now and again he would catch the wafting aroma of old meat or aged fish from one of the bin which stood lined against walls, but for the most part it was the same old stench.
He did not like living in the city, but had couldn't picture himself living anywhere else. This was his life and he had resigned to that sad fact long ago.
One day I will rot just like those veggies and not one soul will notice, life will just go on.
There were the rats of course, they might notice. Yeesh, he shivered at the thought.
Very little went on that the rats weren't aware of.
He yawned suddenly, breaking his trance and causing the ridge of golden-orange hair on his back to stand on end. If he'd had had tail it would have been curled in the air; but he didn't of course. Just a short stump, it's only purpose seemingly to mock him with it's non-existence.
"Born that way.", his mother had told him sweetly when he asked, his eldest brother told him it had been a hungry rat. He was never quite sure who to believe.
He was a rather handsome cat besides his missing tail, heavily muscled from years of climbing bins and running from little old ladies with brooms, a sleek, ginger-tabby coat with flawless auburn eyes.
However, looks weren't what got you to far on the streets, power and territory were the main players. He had little of either.
He was standing somewhere in between Shreddedpaw's and Threeeyes' territory, both of which would take great pleasure in killing him on sight. But that was life in the streets, you take your heart in your hands every time you drew a breath, he would tell himself. It didn't help much, but hey, least he had a good motto.
"Hello Gingie" a silky, feminine voice laughed, echoing from just around the corner.
He froze, it was Petallark; a gorgeous Siamese with a smile to die for. Now the reason this effected him so greatly was not her blinding beauty, but the fact that she belonged to Threeeyes, and where ever she went, he followed.
"Eh, Petal, where's the old ball and chain?" he asked, his street-slick, causal half-smile masking the grimace that chewed on the corners of his mouth.
"He's somewhere, prolly off chasing a dog or something" she laughed again, strolling over to him and curling her long, lithe tail around his neck as if he was an old, close friend.
He pulled back from her soft grip and warily replied, "Ya, well, that's nice. Best if I get go'in though, no need--"
"But butter tabby, I just got here." she begged, cutting him off, "I haven't seen your pretty eyes in ages, you don't wanna leave lil Petal here all alone, do ya?"
"Well, sweet heart, ya see I'm afraid your mate ole Three wouldn't be non to pleased with my presence here"
"Oh, don't min--"
As if on cue the old, scar covered coat of Threeeyes meandered from the shadows and into the dim twilight, "Well if it isn't my old pal Cookie"
Oh please, if there is a Starclan, send a bolt o' light'in and take me up now! he silently screamed in his mind, "It's Ginger, Fisheyes"
"Ah, doesn't really make a difference, does it? I'm gonna kill you anyways" Threeeyes chuckled, unsurprisingly, Petal's musical laugh joined his croaking cough.
"I was just leaving, no need to get hostile" Ginger said smoothly, desperately thinking of a way out and not getting anywhere fast.
"That's still a problem you see. I can't have strays just coming and going as they please here, you know what kinda name that would give me, Gigi?"
"Ginger"
"What?"
"The name's Ginger"
Three shook his head and raked his white paw against the pebble strewn ground before returning his gaze to the tabby, "Your not gett'in my point boy"
Ginger stared at the silvery pebbles scattering from Three's paw and gulped, "I reckon I got your point good and hard Fisheyes"
The next thing that happened was something neither expected; Ginger ran like a crazed bird at Threeeyes and flew straight over him and smack into the wall behind.
"GET'EM! KILL HIM!!!" Three yelled, curled up like grub, Petal cowering beside him.
Ginger wasted no time in scrabbling up fence and leaping agilely down, taking off once more and not stopping till he was pretty sure he had worn the pads off his feet.
Painfully, he wheezed and stumbled the final few steps, he paused to take an anxious glance over his shoulder for followers.
Eventually he calmed enough to notice how far he had fled from the city and looking around he saw trees. There was still quite a bit of garbage, but so many tree and If his paws hadn't been aching so badly, he would have climbed one of those trees and perched in the top like a strange, furred bird.
It was almost eerily peaceful here, the noise of the city just a dull hum, he even heard a bird song. Not to say that there weren't trees and birds in the city, but they were different. All alien compared to this place of beauty which brought to his mind the stories his mother had told him of wolves and clans of wild cats. He wondered.
That was he wondered until a rather ravenous coyote mutt caught scent of fresh cat meat, he stopped wondering at that moment and started a stream of curses that would have had a sailor blue.
They are not done yet, not quite perfected. I plan on entering one in the story contest, does anyone have a thing that can count words? My word thingy wasn't free and used the trail long ago... Now it just yells at me...
I also plan to bring them both in as characters possibly.
Two separate stories about two completely unrelated characters. Now if they were related, their parents would have an awful lot of explaining to do. O_O
Set stood, stone still, and let the warm breeze dance with her crimson feathers.
It was well into the evening hours now, the sun just an orange slit on the horizon. She had always loved to watch the sunset melt into the trees and fade into darkness, but tonight she felt nothing.
There was just an empty void where once had been a heart, and it felt as though there were icy fingers wrapping around her throat, threatening to break it.
She would have cried just for the sake of it, just because, but she felt no tears well up in her eyes nor a shiver in her wings.
A week prior there had been a skirmish with another clan. She had gone, it was to be a scouting as she was but newly a warrior.
It had been a disaster. She had gone under the impression that she was only to watch, that there would be no real fighting. She had been wrong.
Roanwing went down, crashing into the brush beside her before she knew what had happened.
A volley of darts came flying out of the tree branches above and peppered the first flank like angry bees, one managed to stray from the main body nick her leg.
"GET DOWN!! TO THE TREES!" some unrecognizable voice snapped, but Setcrimson didn't flinch. She was in complete shock, it took the brunt of Creepervine's shoulder to send her wheeling back into the safety of the forest.
"Set! You've got to get a hold of yourself, no time for this! It was an ambush, they have our route cut off. We need everyone to be thinking clearly, get your head back on the game!" Creeper whispered harshly, pressed close against her as the two hid in the protection of a large rotten log.
Set remembered nodding dumbly in bewildered acknowledgement of his words, hearing them but not really listening.
"Good, good. Now, on the count of three we run for Bridgerunner, okay?"
They had run, and almost made it too.
There was a heavy thud as Creeper collapsed behind her, a feathery mass on top of him. Turning around to help, she saw his eyes widen briefly and another was on her.
She twisted as the force of the other pushed her down, a cold pain ripped down her side and she suddenly felt warm blood on her wing. Without thought she reacted as taught: thrusting her metal-tipped claws just under the ribcage of her assailant and goring her beak into his face. Blood was everywhere and they tumbled, within seconds he fell motionless to the side and she leaped easily back to her unsteady feet.
She vaguely was aware of the aching of her wounds but the adrenaline in her veins kept her from faltering. Claws, beaks, wings flapping, all faded to red. She sustained several more minor injuries and two more opponents were cut down before her.
The rest after that was a blur of stinging tears, Creeper's lifeless eyes, the pain in her side.
She remembered the doubled picture of Roanwing, his right wing drooping and white feathers stained red. He had yelled something and she had just stared at him as he pointed and yelled once more. It clicked in her mind seconds after and she joined him and both made a run back for the group.
Back at camp they recounted and bandaged the wounded, fourteen missing or dead and over two dozen injured.
Set looked around frantically for the familiar faces of those from her party, Roanwing was there, she saw Riverpelt. Hers had been second in and by the looks of it, most of them would be last out. But as she said those words in her mind she remembered Creeper's eyes, her half brother gone. It had been one lucky shot and had he not been trying to protect her....
Now she stood alone, high in the top of a young maple, pressed against it's smooth bark.
She had never wanted to be a warrior, never wanted to take a life for any reason.
As chicks they had been dropped off in Littlemoorclan, and as paws mentored under Glowdark; a veteran warrior. He was a tough teacher, mean-spirited at best.
She had to thank him though, even if she did so under hate, he had saved her. All the lessons he had burned into her mind.
"I should leave" she whispered, her soft voice strained and weak, violet-blue eyes downcast and her long hackle feathers twirling around her head and neck like an elegant wreath of bloody crimson.
Gingertail laughed solemnly to himself, his clear, auburn eyes fixed on some imaginary object in the distance.
The cluttered alleyway in which he stood smelled of soggy newspaper and rotten vegetables, it seemed to him just about every alley he had ever been through did.
Now and again he would catch the wafting aroma of old meat or aged fish from one of the bin which stood lined against walls, but for the most part it was the same old stench.
He did not like living in the city, but had couldn't picture himself living anywhere else. This was his life and he had resigned to that sad fact long ago.
One day I will rot just like those veggies and not one soul will notice, life will just go on.
There were the rats of course, they might notice. Yeesh, he shivered at the thought.
Very little went on that the rats weren't aware of.
He yawned suddenly, breaking his trance and causing the ridge of golden-orange hair on his back to stand on end. If he'd had had tail it would have been curled in the air; but he didn't of course. Just a short stump, it's only purpose seemingly to mock him with it's non-existence.
"Born that way.", his mother had told him sweetly when he asked, his eldest brother told him it had been a hungry rat. He was never quite sure who to believe.
He was a rather handsome cat besides his missing tail, heavily muscled from years of climbing bins and running from little old ladies with brooms, a sleek, ginger-tabby coat with flawless auburn eyes.
However, looks weren't what got you to far on the streets, power and territory were the main players. He had little of either.
He was standing somewhere in between Shreddedpaw's and Threeeyes' territory, both of which would take great pleasure in killing him on sight. But that was life in the streets, you take your heart in your hands every time you drew a breath, he would tell himself. It didn't help much, but hey, least he had a good motto.
"Hello Gingie" a silky, feminine voice laughed, echoing from just around the corner.
He froze, it was Petallark; a gorgeous Siamese with a smile to die for. Now the reason this effected him so greatly was not her blinding beauty, but the fact that she belonged to Threeeyes, and where ever she went, he followed.
"Eh, Petal, where's the old ball and chain?" he asked, his street-slick, causal half-smile masking the grimace that chewed on the corners of his mouth.
"He's somewhere, prolly off chasing a dog or something" she laughed again, strolling over to him and curling her long, lithe tail around his neck as if he was an old, close friend.
He pulled back from her soft grip and warily replied, "Ya, well, that's nice. Best if I get go'in though, no need--"
"But butter tabby, I just got here." she begged, cutting him off, "I haven't seen your pretty eyes in ages, you don't wanna leave lil Petal here all alone, do ya?"
"Well, sweet heart, ya see I'm afraid your mate ole Three wouldn't be non to pleased with my presence here"
"Oh, don't min--"
As if on cue the old, scar covered coat of Threeeyes meandered from the shadows and into the dim twilight, "Well if it isn't my old pal Cookie"
Oh please, if there is a Starclan, send a bolt o' light'in and take me up now! he silently screamed in his mind, "It's Ginger, Fisheyes"
"Ah, doesn't really make a difference, does it? I'm gonna kill you anyways" Threeeyes chuckled, unsurprisingly, Petal's musical laugh joined his croaking cough.
"I was just leaving, no need to get hostile" Ginger said smoothly, desperately thinking of a way out and not getting anywhere fast.
"That's still a problem you see. I can't have strays just coming and going as they please here, you know what kinda name that would give me, Gigi?"
"Ginger"
"What?"
"The name's Ginger"
Three shook his head and raked his white paw against the pebble strewn ground before returning his gaze to the tabby, "Your not gett'in my point boy"
Ginger stared at the silvery pebbles scattering from Three's paw and gulped, "I reckon I got your point good and hard Fisheyes"
The next thing that happened was something neither expected; Ginger ran like a crazed bird at Threeeyes and flew straight over him and smack into the wall behind.
"GET'EM! KILL HIM!!!" Three yelled, curled up like grub, Petal cowering beside him.
Ginger wasted no time in scrabbling up fence and leaping agilely down, taking off once more and not stopping till he was pretty sure he had worn the pads off his feet.
Painfully, he wheezed and stumbled the final few steps, he paused to take an anxious glance over his shoulder for followers.
Eventually he calmed enough to notice how far he had fled from the city and looking around he saw trees. There was still quite a bit of garbage, but so many tree and If his paws hadn't been aching so badly, he would have climbed one of those trees and perched in the top like a strange, furred bird.
It was almost eerily peaceful here, the noise of the city just a dull hum, he even heard a bird song. Not to say that there weren't trees and birds in the city, but they were different. All alien compared to this place of beauty which brought to his mind the stories his mother had told him of wolves and clans of wild cats. He wondered.
That was he wondered until a rather ravenous coyote mutt caught scent of fresh cat meat, he stopped wondering at that moment and started a stream of curses that would have had a sailor blue.
They are not done yet, not quite perfected. I plan on entering one in the story contest, does anyone have a thing that can count words? My word thingy wasn't free and used the trail long ago... Now it just yells at me...
I also plan to bring them both in as characters possibly.
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I loved both stories!
Noo, I don't have anything that can count words, unfortunately.
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Thank you.
Bummer, I didn't really want to have to count all the words....
Bummer, I didn't really want to have to count all the words....
Omg looooooovvvvvvvvveeeeeeee tttttthhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeemmmmmmm
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*Happy dance* Thank you.
They got my little sister's approval, I am fulfilled.
*Happy dance* Thank you.
They got my little sister's approval, I am fulfilled.
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