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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jun 12, 2008 20:44:08 GMT -5
The tree. It stood up in the center of the wastelands, its branches spread out to claw at the sky. It was named well, for every bit of the tree was as dead as carrion. Seperated from the group, one lonely cat wandered into the shadow of the Death Tree. Her eyes, a pale luminescent blue, were trained ahead and her face, streaked with dark and light shades of grey, was graced with an expression hard as stone. Within her the eternal struggle was being fought, but alas, deep in her heart Mistpaw knew she was losing somehow. She stopped beside the tree, half of her emerged in the light and half still wading in its deathly shadows. Her lonely eyes wandered to the fathomless sky above and she sighed.
"I don't know who I am anymore. Am I Mist...? Or... or am I Rose?" She asked, narrowing her eyes slightly. She could never go back, she knew that. But still, it stung to think that maybe she had made a mistake. Perhaps her destiny was to lose herself, and be broken forever? Mistpaw closed her eyes. Would she ever be more than what she was? Would she ever know who she truly was? She had stayed in SilenceClan because she thought that she would be happier here, where they wouldn't look down on her. But the more she fought for this evil Clan, the more she realized she had abandoned herself long ago...
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jun 12, 2008 21:02:08 GMT -5
Canyonpaw watched the soft lips move in question. Mistpaw, I will forever know yo as the sweet rose. Prickly unless you look through the thorns. Then she see true beauty. He stood, stretching his vibrant coat. He wobbled - half asleep still - over to where she sat. The things I would tell you. Oh, the things I would tell anyone. He frowned slightly, gazing out in to the nothingness around him. So empty, so alone. Just like Canyonpaw. Isolated from his family because of the fact that he was different. He hated being different. Hated every minute of it. It had caused him so much pain.
I bet that is why I murdered Rootpaw. He thought aghast. Because I hurt so badly inside. He felt so guilty for his brother's murder. If he weren't so dark, maybe he would sooner speak than he should ever know.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jun 12, 2008 21:21:32 GMT -5
Mistpaw felt the presence of another, but for a moment she just remainde looking at the sky. Then she closed her eyes and let out her breath, feeling the wieght of the world sinking down on her shoulders. She felt broken inside, and she didn't know why. No one looked down on her anymore, shouldn't she feel important? But she didn't. Mistpaw turned and watched as Canyonpaw came from the shadows of the dying brush around her. She couldn't hide a smile at the sight of the apprentice. Canyonpaw had been one of her best friends, and it didn't matter to her that he couldn't speak, or hear her. Somehow she knew he just understood... still, would he understand what she was feeling now?
"Hey Canyonpaw." She meowed softly.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jun 12, 2008 22:24:39 GMT -5
Canyonpaw nodded his recognition. He couldn't focus now on the beautiful apprentice - inside he was being ripped apart. Inside, he was waging a battle against his good nature. He tried so hard to be whom he had wanted to be. He wanted to be respected, loved, and treated like a normal cat. Ha! Like I could ever be normal. He sighed, glancing up at the twisted branches of the tree. Mistpaw, I know you can't hear me. But I guess I joined the Clan to find my true self. Others came for the same reasons, right? Oh, I don't know. But I know I did. And now that I think I know who I am, I'm afraid of the decision. I think I'm a murderer. Canyonpaw thought hard, but he knew that any dreams of Mistpaw hearing him would be impossible. He was foolish to wish for such things. There you go. I'm a foolish murderer who has no heart. What am I doing?
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jun 12, 2008 22:32:27 GMT -5
Mistpaw could feel something stirring inside of Canyonpaw, as if he fought the same battle as she did. She looked at him steadily, her deep blue eyes searching for some answer to the question that was her friend. She wished he could speak to her, with all of her heart. She wanted to hear the thoughts she knew lingered in his mind, but she knew that was impossible. Even if he wanted to, Canyonpaw could never tell her what he thought, what he dreamed. Perhaps he... no. Mistpaw shook her head slightly, trying to clear her mind of all these confusing thoughts. She looked at Canyonpaw again, then blushed silghtly and looked away. Could he feel like she felt? She wished he could tell her. Perhaps... if she worded it right... he could? She turned to him.
"Canyonpaw... have you ever felt like... like while trying to become what you want to be, you've left behind the person you truly are, and were meant to be? Like... like you've taken away your only chance of becoming who you know in your heart you should be?" She asked, looking at him with unhidden confusion in her eyes. Deep inside of her, she knew she was not a killer. She could never be like the mist, silent and deadly. She was the rose, hidden yes, but there all the same. The question is how I can undo all the wrongs I have done? She thought sadly. Perhaps she had really doomed herself. In wanting to become stronger, she had sacrificed all the dreams that she had once held dear to her heart...
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jun 12, 2008 23:14:21 GMT -5
Canyonpaw watched as she spoke his deepest battles. Yes, yes. He smiled, nodded. That was exactly how he felt. His challenge was to undo all wrong to those he had harmed. He glanced away quickly - he too was embarrassed. Something about the she-cat was... Oh, never mind that. Canyonpaw tried to clear his mind. He could find his sister and brother, and forgive them of what he had done. If Nightpaw was still alive. He flushed with fear. If his sister had died, if Sycamorepaw had died...
Oh, what have I done? First I kill my sister, than both my brothers. How can one cat be so cruel? He felt himself begin to shiver with the fear he held. He could never forgive himself now, even if it was a hidden key. He had already apologized to Rootpaw. With a sudden, remembrance, he thought back to the day. He had actually spoken. Actually heard himself. A bird sat above in the lifeless branches, singing. It carried a song that wrought Canyonpaw to his core. His special 'gift' to understand animals other than cats was a bit startling, but useful all the same. I have to frogive myself. But how can I?
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jun 12, 2008 23:26:58 GMT -5
Mistpaw felt something stirring inside her as she saw Canyonpaw nod. The expression on his face haunted her, as if he was thinking of the horrible things he had done. He understood her. Mistpaw looked down at her paws as he looked away from her. She had never dreamed any cat would understand her in any way, but here he was right beside her. Mistpaw opened her mouth, but closed it almost instantly. She blushed and stared hard down at the crippled earth beneath her paws. She closed her eyes and pain crossed her face. Canyonpaw... I... I think... She felt tears welling in her eyes for the first time in so long. She turned her face away, ashamed of herself. Her shoulders shook slightly. I can't bear it any longer. She thought, feeling a horrible tearing in her heart. She looked up into the sky, her tears falling freely down her cheeks. They left their dark trails among the streaks of grey, and the shimmering droplets seemed to make such a loud sound to her as they fell upon the earth. She closed her eyes and dug her scarlet claws into the earth. StarClan... please show me the way from this place...
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jun 13, 2008 10:15:15 GMT -5
Canyonpaw noticed the tears gently falling from Mistpaw's face. He sighed, turned. They needed to get away from here. He suddenly remembered the logic that Sycamorepaw had contained - that hidden knowledge. He was brilliant, and if found a way to tell you, could save the world with a few words. So his logic came into mind.
It is funny how Hello is always accompanied with Goodbye. Being yourself means doing what is right, not what is logical. It would be logical now to remain with their new Clan, whom they swore to protect. They could be killed in cold blood otherwise. But it was right to clean up their mistakes. They had to belong to a Clan that was all for the right. But what Clan was for truth? TrueClan! We could join TrueClan! Canyonpaw glanced up at the bird again. Drawing in a deep breath, he began to talk to it. It nodded, turned to look and face Mistpaw. Canyonpaw prodded her so she might see it.
"TrueClan." It called in a poor cattish language. "Join TrueClan."
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jun 13, 2008 10:23:08 GMT -5
Mistpaw started as she felt a paw prodding her side. She turned and saw a bird in the trees, speaking... cat!? She blinked in confusion. It had said TrueClan. Join TrueClan. Mistpaw's fur prickled as she stared at it. But how? She wondered silently, awed. Was it a sign from StarClan? She turned to Canyonpaw, her eyes wide. But of course he couldn't hear it speak. He wouldn't know what it said.
"It... it spoke, the bird!" She exclaimed. She turned back to the tree and looked at it in wonder. This must be a sign. TrueClan... She turned and looked at the sky, her eyes filled with hope. Is my destiny.
OOC: Sorry it's so short, my mind's being mean to me XP
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jun 13, 2008 10:28:01 GMT -5
Canyonpaw sighed. Was I right to have a bird say that? But I need to get across to her. Canyonpaw sighed. He could hear as well as speak to animals other than cats, as his curse dictated. And now he had found a use for it. The bird fluttered away.
I know it spoke, Mistpaw. I told it to. He thought sadly. The curse was one thing he would do anything to be rid of. It's funny how one Night can contain so much Regret. Yes, Sycamorepaw was right. That night contained regret for me. I am sorry, Rootpaw. Canyonpaw stood, stretching. He smiled, flicked his ears in the direction it flew. To TrueClan!
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jun 13, 2008 10:36:42 GMT -5
Mistpaw stared at Canyonpaw, her eyes wide. He seemed unphased by this news, as if he knew it had spoke cat. She blinked, then turned and watched it fly away. When Canyonpaw gestured after it, she felt her heartbeat quicken. What about Raven? She thought, looking over her shoulder. They couldn't leave him here, could they? She looked down at her paws. He probably wouldn't want to go anyway. She looked up at the direction the bird had gone and began to pad towards it, feeling uncertainty with every step she took. Could this really be her destiny? Could this be the answer to unlocking who she really was? Mistpaw sighed softly. No matter what, this was the best chance to find out.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jun 13, 2008 13:00:50 GMT -5
Canyonpaw watched as Mistpaw padded slowly after the bird. He did so, consistency in glancing back. He sighed, prodded a rock softly. He didn't want to leave. Mistpaw, do you really want to go? He wondered, but followed her obediently. Canyonpaw slowly trudged along, each step plodding upon the earth. Now he really wasn't sure if this was right. Not until he saw what looked like another cat, following beside his every step. The cat turned, silently nodded, and faded away. It was Rootpaw. He was saying that this was what Canyonpaw needed to do, in the end at least. And he was also stating that he had forgiven Canyonpaw. The fiery tomcat now stood, eyes moist, staring up into the sky.Rootpaw, I'm sorry.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jun 13, 2008 13:56:39 GMT -5
Mistpaw pricked her ears, searching for the bird's form above the treetops. Her blue eyes sparkled as she thought of her destiny awaiting her, but she stopped suddenly. She turned and stared at Canyonpaw, who had stopped and way staring up into the sky. She smiled slightly and flicked her tail, then turned back to the bird. She could feel her heartbeat racing in her chest, and her claws trembled at the thought of facing TrueClan. Would they accept her and Canyonpaw? She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself. What if they didn't? What if they wouldn't accept a SilenceClanner into their Clan? What if they killed her? Mistpaw shook her head slightly. This was no good. She'd never get anywhere with these doubts. Better to die in search of myself than lose myself here among the shadows. She thought, raising her head defiantly.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jun 13, 2008 14:01:03 GMT -5
((Move to TruC Camp???))
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jun 13, 2008 15:53:57 GMT -5
OOC: Sure. You want me to start the thread?
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jun 13, 2008 15:57:11 GMT -5
((Sure!))
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