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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 11, 2009 20:34:29 GMT -5
The strangely spotted gold, dust-colored tabby stumbled wearily over a last rise, putting Clan territory behind him. I should have went to the gorge and leaped over... but then what? I would not be accepted into StarClan. I could not bear never seeing my mother and father, and my brother and sisters again... I must stay alive as long as I can, even if it means suffering like this... He thought, collapsing beside a small stream. He stared at his bloodsmeared face in the water and then batted at it disgustedly with a paw. I killed Spottedleaf... I know my teeth didn't meet her throat, but I was prepared to slaughter her on behalf of my Clan. Even if it meant stifling the feelings I once held towards her... Tangleroot buried his face in his paws, trying to keep himself from sobbing. He had lost everything. In trying to protect ThunderClan, he had destroyed them. There was no hope now. SilenceClan knew so many things thanks to him. Tangleroot's hazel eyes filled with sorrow as he stared blankly off into nothing.
"I suppose there's nothing left now..." He murmured. Nothing but a faint hope - however fleeting - that something could happen and he would survive without such pain in his chest. I must kill Chaos. That is the only way my soul and my heart may be at rest. He thought, gritting his teeth as he sat up resolutely. Yes. There was no other choice.
Chaos must be destroyed.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 24, 2009 9:59:59 GMT -5
The black and white she-cat watched the tom with little expression, but a faint curiosity in her heart. He was strangely marked, and was covered in blood, as well. The she-cat's instincts told her that he was not evil, that he was troubled. She gathered a few herbs and soon returned to see him still in that cowering position beside the stream. She stopped a few tail-lengths away from him and saw down, setting the herbs a little in front of her.
"Are you tanlged deeply in the webs of fate, tom? I can perhaps help to unwind you ever so slightly." She mewed gently. The tom looked up, his hazel eyes wide.
"W-who are you?" He asked.
"Many have flown before, but today it is I that is Evermore." She replied a little eccentrically. The tom blinked in bewilderment and then looked at the herbs.
"Are those... herbs...?" He asked hesitantly.
"Yes, if you should so accept them. I will treat your wounds and your soul, if such a thing were remotely possible. At this moment I fear the latter may not be." She murmured.
"I don't understand." he meowed miserably.
"You do not have to. I can see your past, your present, a perhaps a little of your changeable future in your face, tom. I can see what regrets you hold, what pains you have suffered. And I must say I deeply admire you for many of the things you have done. But cowardliness is certainly something I would not have imagined inside your heart, Tangleroot." She meowed. He looked up, his eyes wide.
"How did you know my name?"
"I know many things of my destiny, and the destinies of others. I know that we are supposed to meet here, that we must travel together and unravel the threads of the Clan of Silence as best as we can. You search for one that breeds desctruction and that took your spirit away from you. I seek her, as well. Together we will find her." Evermore said, gently patting on some of the chewed herbs. Tangleroot stared up at her in awe.
"You... you know of what I have done, and yet still want to be partnered with someone like me?"
"Don't forget," Evermore murmured, "I have seen all that you have done. Not only the cowardly and underhanded things, but the kind and brave things, too. And I see into your heart, Tangleroot. You are one worthy of the destiny you face." She meowed.
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