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Post by kelsey . on Jan 18, 2009 23:12:55 GMT -5
Authentic, shocked, was about to spit something back, when those cool, harsh words entered his mind. I'm expecting kits. He wondered, at first, why that was a bad thing. Or if they were his. If they were healthy. How long she had been pregnant. A million words coursed through his mind, making him dig up sirt. All he could see was empty questions and no answers. He wanted to know so badly why Angel was so torn. Something with her past. But he didn't want to go after, she would claw him up. So confusing!
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jan 19, 2009 8:14:43 GMT -5
[[Oh...... Haha! This is awesome... xP ]]
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jan 19, 2009 10:47:22 GMT -5
Tempeststorm smiled as she caught a familiar scent. Right on cue. A huge, tabby tom slunk into the nursery, carrying a mouse in his jaws. His dark green eyes were bright, but his tail-tip gave away the fact he knew his sister was sulking.
"Hey, Tempeststorm. I heard you had your kits and thought you might like something to eat." The tabby meowed.
"Why thank you, Tiger. That's much appreciated. How is Passion and her kits?" Tempeststorm hadn't seen them in a while; they were mostly outside nowadays, trying to give the new arrivals some air.
"Oh, they're fantastic!" Tiger exclaimed.
"Do you have an idea why Angel is so upset?" Tempeststorm asked, narrowing her eyes. Angel had confided in her only that she had been expecting; Tempeststorm hadn't realized this was such a bad thing in Angel's mind.
"Well, I'm not sure. Did someone say something to offend her?" He asked, confused.
"She's expecting kits." Another surprise. Hadn't Angel told her own brother? Tiger's face fell.
"Oh." He meowed, staring down at his paws.
"You know something." Tempeststorm pressed. Tiger looked away.
"You've never asked why Angel is so small compared to me? We're the same age." He meowed softly. Tempeststorm frowned.
"What? No, I never noticed."
"That's because she gives you no room to notice." He sighed.
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Post by kelsey . on Mar 1, 2009 21:24:37 GMT -5
Authentic's ears were closed to the others conversations. He dug his claws in the ground and ran after Angel, afraid he would lose her. If he lost her, he'd lose a big part of himself, one he didn't have before he met her. Maybe he had spent his whole life chasing after Angel, even though he hadn't met her until he joined TrueClan. Or had it been before that? He couldn't remember anymore, all he could remember was being happy when she loved him back. Or seeing her face everyday. That was what he lived for. Kits would be just fine with him. But he had to know whatever Angel was hiding from him. Angel! He cried, hoping she'd stop and confront him. He finally caught up. I have to known why your upset. I hate seeing you so torn. It hurts me, Angel. I don't want to lose you. I love you. Please tell me what's wrong. I will not rest until you tell me. I'll wait eternity and a day. Only to see ou happy once more. Authentic realized he was in a slow babble, unable to control his feelings as they stumbled out. I'm a mess!.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Mar 1, 2009 21:27:43 GMT -5
Angel stiffened and turned to see Authentic rushing at her. He was just rambling so fast she couldn't think straight. She was surprised, and her ears instinctively laid back against her skull. She relaxed, though, when he stopped talking. Her gaze softened and she smiled slightly.
"I know you love me, Authentic. I... I love you, too. It's just..." She looked up and tried to breathe, feeling that familiar pain. Her eyes stung and she thought she might start crying. "I... I don't want to fail you." She meowed, her voice breaking.
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Post by kelsey . on Mar 1, 2009 22:05:39 GMT -5
Authentic stared at her in dismay. Fail? He echoed, his fear and confused feelings overwhelming him, threatening to sweep him off his paws if he came in terms with them. You'd never, ever fail me, Angel. Don't ever think that. Please. I must no what's wrong.... He couldn't bear it if her secret was that she didn't love him, or she was leaving, or the kits weren't his. But he could tell it was none of those things. I was something much bigger, maybe something he couldn't handle. Oh StarClan- what could t be? He was racked with nervousness and pain. Please, he said in barely a whisper, his eyes desperate. He took a step closer, her scent swarming him There was fear in their, along with a flood of anger an and question. Oh no, what could it be?.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Mar 1, 2009 22:19:55 GMT -5
Angel closed her eyes. The pain only got worse the closer he was to her. She felt like she was on fire. It hurt so much to think about it, to remember, let alone to talk about it. She felt as if she were choking, unable to speak around the lump in her throat. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. Finally she managed to speak, and yet even then it was barely a whisper.
"I... I..." She laughed at herself softly, "It's been moons and I can't stop feeling the pain." She closed her eyes.
"I just... it's so painful to remember. And I don't want you to think..." She squeezed her eyes shut tighter and then sighed, releasing her breath.
"I once lived in a Clan far from here. I... I was very young. Seven moons old. I was so scared, but so happy... But something went wrong... and... and they... they died..." She sobbed. The tears were running down her face now.
"I still remember seeing them... the little grey she-kit that looked just like me... and the dark tabby that looked like him... I couldn't bear to tell him. When I did... he was so angry..." She shook her head. She had failed Jkarr. Even Tiger didn't know the full truth of her "dissapearance". Angel had left her Clan by her own will. She had run from Tiger. She had run from her Clan. She had run from Jkarr.
(and yes I'm aware cats don't cry but I'll do what I like).
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Post by kelsey . on Mar 19, 2009 14:34:26 GMT -5
(Cats can cry! When I was bringing my cat Nadine home from the Humane Society, she cried cause she was carsick-she actually had tears streaming down her face!!!)
Authentic was troubled. "Who? Who was angry?" He didn't known Angel had a mate before. He had never loved before. Well, maybe once, on that pretty she-cat he saw wrestling a larger male, and finally beating him. He had admired her strength and bold moves. He had gotten her name. It was... Nahla. But she had left as soon as he came over to him, shouting her name over her shoulder and heading for the hills.
That was a long time ago.
"If he hurt you...I'll break his neck..." Authentic broke off. "What happened...to the kits?" He was afraid her wrath would unfold on him again, so he took a step back, prepared for her anger.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Mar 19, 2009 19:14:31 GMT -5
Angel felt quite the contrary. She was ashamed of herself, and felt horrible that she had dragged Authentic into her twisted and broken-hearted life. True, it was hard sometimes to see it with her rough, tempermental exterior, but inside Angel was always hurting somehow. She had forgotten that pain so often nowadays when she was with Authentic. He made her whole again. But if anything like that happened... she knew she couldn't bear it. She simply couldn't.
"His name was Ji'kar. He used to be my mate, a long time ago. And you'd have enough cause to break his neck and every other bone in his body, if that Monster hadn't done it for you." She muttered. Shaking herself, she sighed. "My kits died at birth. I wasn't strong enough to keep them alive." She sighed.
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Post by kelsey . on Mar 20, 2009 14:31:35 GMT -5
"Oh," He said, looking down, afraid about his next question. "What killed him?" He knew many monsters, but he'd never be able to guess. He wished he could make Angel happy again. When she was sad, he was sad. Looking over at her smally, he wanted so badly just to comfort her-she didn't seem so angry anymore, just hurting real bad. But he was glued to the forest floor unable to even twitch a whisker in a comforting way. He felt broken, just like Angel. Other kits? This must have made Angel upset when she found out she was carrying his kits.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Mar 25, 2009 17:37:33 GMT -5
Angel turned and looked at Authentic. She hated herself at that moment. He was obviously miserable, and it was her fault. Curse you, Angel! Can't you be with other cats without making them suffer? She scolded herself.
"The Twoleg kind. A big red one. I guess I'm not all that upset about it anymore. Don't worry about me, I'm just fine!" She said, smiling sincerely. It did feel nice to tell someone about her troubles; and she felt even better being around Authentic. She smiled and nuzzled him gently, surprised by her own mood swings.
"I do love you, Authentic. And I'm glad we're having kits together." She whispered.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Mar 25, 2009 19:54:39 GMT -5
[[All their kits taken, or are their some left?]]
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Mar 25, 2009 20:44:10 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah there're some left. I haven't come up with kit bio things for them yet anyway.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Mar 25, 2009 21:06:29 GMT -5
[[Coolio! Can I have one? And... Maybe decide what he would be like? He'd be grey with bright green eyes?]]
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Mar 28, 2009 8:48:05 GMT -5
OOC: Mm sure. Do you have a name?
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Post by Brambleclaw on Mar 28, 2009 14:18:56 GMT -5
[[Deathkit, if possible? Maybe they thought he was dead, but he wasn't? Err, something...]]
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Mar 28, 2009 14:52:42 GMT -5
OOC: Alrighty.
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Post by kelsey . on Mar 31, 2009 9:12:08 GMT -5
Authentic nodded sadly, and then felt a whole lot better when Angel started feeling happy. "I love you, too," She said, smiling. He looked out into the open, where he could still spot Tempeststorm and her kits. She turned to his mate. "Shall we go back to camp?" He said with a laugh. He licked angel on the ear, and stared fondly at her. I am a lucky cat, to have Angel. he thought.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Mar 31, 2009 16:46:03 GMT -5
Angel smiled.
"Alright, let's." She murmured.
OOC: Gah that sucked but I'm in a hurry. I'll start a thread later and she'll have her kits and blahblahblah.
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