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Post by `echo !? on Dec 27, 2011 19:09:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,496,true] | [atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/tables/sparrow2.png][scrolly:h(136),w(465),sy] Images flew by in an array of colors and sensory mass, crushing Sparrowstar beneath it's weight. Images of kits being taken from their mother by other clans, rogues, enemies. Images of her family and clan members being ripped from her grip as she tried to prevent them from falling to their deaths. The scent of blood and fear thickening the air as if trying to suffocate her and every cat she grew to care for. Everything flashed together so quickly, sending her heart thumping like the terrified hoof-beats of deer as they run.. until...
Sparrowstar's eyes snapped open, her lean body jarring awake. As her vision cleared, everything gaining a crisp look, she found a new appreciation to having her own den. No one was here to bother her with questions if she was alright. No one spilling their hearts out with worry. That was something the newly appointed Tigerclan leader was unsure of if she would ever get used to it. Every clan member seemed to hold more worry and respect for her now that she was a leader. She completely understood, because her sense of appreciation for the former leader was great. But... she was not used to it, and she wasn't quite sure she enjoyed it either. She was no Starclan cat...
But she did apparently have their approval. Her nine lives, given to her by the very cats that walked among the stars, showed that much. Receiving those had been much more painful than the young tiger could have ever imagined. When she'd gone to the Star Cavern, she had expected something beautiful and dreamy almost. She'd never had a run-in with the starry cats until that point. So what she got was a pretty.. awful surprise- but an excellent experience that she wouldn't take back for the world.
Mind heading back to the dream, the powerful, but slightly small tigress rose to those large paws of hers, she shook her entire body- much like a canine- before stretching herself out. The leader felt stiff, tired, and even troubled by the nightmare she'd dreamt, but she couldn't let it affect her day. She had a clan to look over.
Letting her paws lead her to the outside of the hollowed-out tree that served as a den, she took the initial exit to scan the area and survey who was awake at the moment. She figured that would be the best place to start.
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And you'll scream my name up to the sky, 418
As you watch the tide come wash away the night, eh, first post in a while.
And well make our way out of this mess, anyone
While the world begins to fall, SPL, 12th Planet - Lootin' 92 VIP
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Post by jinxeh ఇ on Dec 28, 2011 15:39:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] You must be crazy Well you think that you can take me on - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sleep? The word held no meaning for the strong tiger lately. Nothing freed his mind from the devastating mental and physical consequences that nightmares were wreaking upon him. For a fort night, the tom had lain in his nest, head on his paws, scared to close his eyes for fear that he would see the death of his mother once again, and his father being the cause of it. Meadowfrost was sleeping in few nests to the right of him every night, with his father not far away, either their paws or their tails touching each other, always in constant contact. Despite the fact that they looked peaceful and happy next to each other, he couldn’t shake the nightmares from his subconscious. They were attached to his thoughts like fleas to an elders pelt.
Last night had been no different for the young deputy. He had let himself sink into sleep slowly, his pale orange eyelids slipping down over his topaz eyes. The Bengal had rested down in a position of where he could see his parents calmly sleeping, their backs rising and falling in unison with each breath they took. Crimsonfire’s tired eyes would trail from his mothers pale gentle face, to his father’s strong set one. The two most important people in his life, but he hadn’t talked to his father in what seemed like moons. The feeling he got when he was around his father was one that didn’t set him in a good mind set. He was too risky, too careless. It upset him, though he would not show his father that kind of vulnerability.
When sleep had finally taken his paw, his eyes were focused on his mothers’ kind face, and he thought that maybe tonight sleep would be gracious. For several moments, his mind drifted in a serene place, suspended between reality and dreams. The deputy shifted around his sleep, stretching out his hind paws and moving his head back. His wish of a peaceful night of sleep was quickly becoming a reality, until the dream started. Meadowfrost lying in a pool of her own blood, her fathers claws coated in the red liquid, a look of insanity written upon his face.
That’s when he awoke. His body had stopped responding to the dream in cold sweats, and violent shivers. It had taken a new response to the terrifying dream: it went numb. Closing his eyes, not in an attempt to go back to sleep, but against his own racing heart beat. He drew his hind legs into him, and without a seconds thought, rose out of his nest, barely realizing what he was doing. His mind had nothing to do with it anymore. Soon, he was out of the warriors den, and was slinking towards the moonlit side of the camp. The presence of the moon revealed to him that it was early morning, though no sign of dawn seemed to be breaking on the horizon. Letting his body hit the ground without much care to the force or position it fell, Crimsonfire reached out with his front paws, and with his head upon his forelegs, he gazed out into TigerClan territory.
The forest, his home. It was so peaceful, and quiet. He couldn’t even hear the sounds of the many streams that ran through their land. A sigh escaped his lips and he turned his head towards the center of camp, and the fresh kill pile a little ways off. The young tiger was exhausted, and his muscular, and fatigued body screamed for sleep. His eyes shut.
What felt like only a few moments later, the tigers gaze looked around the clearing again, only this time vibrant purples, and oranges shot through the trees and struck the camp floor. Furrowing his brow, he raised his head from his paws and was greeted with a yawn. Shaking his head out, to relieve all drowsiness that was causing him to feel the soft touch of an exhaustion head ache, he blinked his eyes against the glare. The blinking cleared his vision, though sleep still coated the inner corners of his eyes. He took inventory of any movement, and his eyes found none other than Sparrowstar, his advisor and inspiration. Rising to his large paws, he strode over to her and gave her a bow.
“Good morning Sparrowstar. You’re up early?” He proposed his last comment as a question, for curiosity had set in. Crimsonfire gave her a warm smile, something that was rare for the young, arrogant tom. |
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